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| Song of Solomon 4: (ASV) |
| 1) Behold, 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. |
| 2) Thy 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. |
| 3) Thy 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) Thy neck is like the tower of David Builded for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, All the shields of the mighty men. |
| 5) Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies. |
| 6) Until the day be cool, 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; And there is no spot in thee. |
| 8) Come 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. |
| 9) Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; 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 bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices! |
| 11) Thy 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. |
| 12) A garden shut up is my sister, my bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed. |
| 13) Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants, |
| 14) Spikenard 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. |
| 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 precious fruits. |