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Song of Songs 4

4
The Man Speaks to the Woman
1How beautiful you are, my darling!
Oh, you are beautiful!
Your eyes behind your veil are like doves.
Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.
2Your teeth are white like newly sheared sheep
just coming from their bath.
Each one has a twin,
and none of them is missing.
3Your lips are like red silk thread,
and your mouth is lovely.
Your cheeks behind your veil
are like slices of a pomegranate.
4Your neck is like David’s tower,
built with rows of stones.
A thousand shields hang on its walls;
each shield belongs to a strong soldier.
5Your breasts are like two fawns,
like twins of a gazelle,
feeding among the lilies.
6Until the day dawns
and the shadows disappear,
I will go to that mountain of myrrh
and to that hill of incense.
7My darling, everything about you is beautiful,
and there is nothing at all wrong with you.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride.
Come with me from Lebanon,
from the top of Mount Amana,
from the tops of Mount Senir and Mount Hermon.
Come from the lions’ dens
and from the leopards’ hills.
9My sister, my bride,
you have thrilled my heart;
you have thrilled my heart
with a glance of your eyes,
with one sparkle from your necklace.
10Your love is so sweet, my sister, my bride.
Your love is better than wine,
and your perfume smells better than any spice.
11My bride, your lips drip honey;
honey and milk are under your tongue.
Your clothes smell like the cedars of Lebanon.
12My sister, my bride, you are like a garden locked up,
like a walled-in spring, a closed-up fountain.
13Your limbs are like an orchard
of pomegranates with all the best fruit,
filled with flowers and nard,
14nard and saffron, calamus, and cinnamon,
with trees of incense, myrrh, and aloes—
all the best spices.
15You are like a garden fountain—
a well of fresh water
flowing down from the mountains of Lebanon.
The Woman Speaks
16Awake, north wind.
Come, south wind.
Blow on my garden,
and let its sweet smells flow out.
Let my lover enter the garden
and eat its best fruits.

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