Thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil.
Thy hair is as a flock of goats,
That lie along the side of mount Gilead.
4:2Thy 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.
4:3Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet,
And thy mouth is comely.
Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate
Behind thy veil.
4:4Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armory,
Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers,
All the shields of the mighty men.
4:5Thy two breasts are like two fawns
That are twins of a roe,
Which feed among the lilies. \\ \\
4:6Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away,
I will get me to the mountain of myrrh,
And to the hill of frankincense. \\ \\
4:7Thou art all fair, my love;
And there is no spot in thee.
4:8Come 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.
4:9Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride;
Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes,
With one chain of thy neck.
4:10How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride!
How much better is thy love than wine!
And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!
4:11Thy 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.
4:12A garden shut up is my sister, my bride;
A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
4:13Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits;
Henna with spikenard plants,
4:14Spikenard and saffron,
Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense;
Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
4:15Thou art a fountain of gardens,
A well of living waters,
And flowing streams from Lebanon. \\ \\
4:16Awake, 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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