1 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.
2 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.
3 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.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury,
whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty
men.
5 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which
feed among the lilies.
6 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me
to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
8 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.
9 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.
10 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!
11 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.
12 A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a
fountain sealed.
13 Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant
fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of
frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams
from Lebanon.
16 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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