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