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The Song of Solomon, Chapter 4
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Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast
doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that
appear from mount Gilead.
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Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which
came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is
barren among them.
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Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely:
thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
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Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury,
whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
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Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed
among the lilies.
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Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to
the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
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Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
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Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look
from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the
lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
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Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast
ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
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How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is
thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
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Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are
under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of
Lebanon.
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A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a
fountain sealed.
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Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits;
camphire, with spikenard,
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Spikenard and saffron; calamus and
cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all
the chief spices:
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A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters,
and streams from Lebanon.
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Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden,
that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his
garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
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