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Song of Solomon 4 (asv)

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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.

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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