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| 4:1 |
See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.
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| 4:2 |
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.
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| 4:3 |
Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.
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| 4:4 |
Your neck is like the tower of David made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men.
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| 4:5 |
Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.
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| 4:6 |
Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
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| 4:7 |
You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.
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| 4:8 |
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; see from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the places of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
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| 4:9 |
You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!
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| 4:10 |
How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!
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| 4:11 |
Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.
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| 4:12 |
A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.
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| 4:13 |
The produce of the garden is pomegranates; with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard,
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| 4:14 |
Spikenard and safron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
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| 4:15 |
You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon.
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| 4:16 |
Be awake, O north wind; and come, O south, blowing on my garden, so that its spices may come out. Let my loved one come into his garden, and take of his good fruits.
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