Song of Songs 4
4
1Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair;
Thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil:
Thy hair is as a flock of goats,
That lie along the side of mount Gilead.
2Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn,
Which are come up from the washing;
Whereof every one hath twins,
And none is bereaved among them.
3Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet,
And thy mouth is comely:
Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate
Behind thy veil.
4Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury,
Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers,
All the shields of the mighty men.
5Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe,
Which feed among the lilies.
6Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away,
I will get me to the mountain of myrrh,
And to the hill of frankincense.
7Thou art all fair, my love;
And there is no spot in thee.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,
With me from Lebanon:
Look from the top of Amana,
From the top of Senir and Hermon,
From the lions' dens,
From the mountains of the leopards.
9Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride;
Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes,
With one chain of thy neck.
10How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride!
How much better is thy love than wine!
And the smell of thine ointments than all manner of spices!
11Thy lips, O my bride, drop as the honeycomb:
Honey and milk are under thy tongue;
And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12A garden shut up is my sister, my bride;
A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits;
Henna with spikenard plants,
14Spikenard and saffron,
Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense;
Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
15 Thou art a fountain of gardens,
A well of living waters,
And flowing streams from Lebanon.
16Awake, 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 precious fruits.
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Shir haShirim (Song of Songs) 4
4
1See, you are beautiful, my love! See, you are beautiful! Your eyes are as doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, Going down from Mount Gil‛aḏ.
2Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep Which have come up from the washing, All of them bear twins, and not one loses her young.
3Your lips are like a cord of scarlet, And your speech is lovely. Your cheeks behind your veil are like a piece of pomegranate.
4Your neck is like the tower of Dawiḏ, Built for an armoury, On which hang a thousand shields, All the armour of mighty men.
5Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle, pasturing among the lilies.
6Until the day breaks and the shadows have fled, I shall go my way to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.
7You are all beautiful, my love, and not a blemish is on you.
8Come with me from Leḇanon, My bride, with me from Leḇanon. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Ḥermon, From the dens of lions, From the mountains of the leopards.
9You have put heart into me, My sister, my bride; You have put heart into me With one glance of your eyes, With one bead of your necklace.
10How beautiful have been your carnal-love, My sister, my bride! How much better than wine is your carnal-love, And the fragrance of your perfumes than all spices!
11Your lips, O my bride, drip as the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under your tongue. And the fragrance of your garments Is like the fragrance of Leḇanon.
12A garden locked is my sister, my bride, A fountain locked, a spring sealed up.
13Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with pleasant fruits, With henna, nard,
14Nard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, With all the chief spices;
15A garden spring, A well of living waters, And streams from Leḇanon.
16Awake, O north wind, and come, O south! Blow upon my garden, let its spices flow out. Let my beloved come to his garden And eat its pleasant fruits.
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