lesserot@Songs:4:1 @ Behold, thou art beautiful, my beloved, behold, thou art beautiful: thy dovelike eyes from behind thy vail; thy hair is like a flock of goats, that come quietly down from Mount Gilad.
lesserot@Songs:4:2 @ Thy teeth are like a flock of wellselected sheep, which are come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and there is not one among them that is deprived of her young.
lesserot@Songs:4:3 @ Like a thread of scarlet are thy lips, and thy mouth is comely: like the half of a pomegranate is the upper part of thy cheek behind thy vail.
lesserot@Songs:4:4 @ Thy neck is like the tower of David built on terraces, a thousand shields hangthereon, all the quivers of the mighty men.
lesserot@Songs:4:5 @ Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe, that feed among the lilies.
lesserot@Songs:4:6 @ Until the day became cool, and the shadows flee away, will I get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
lesserot@Songs:4:7 @ Thou art altogether beautiful, my beloved, and there is no blemish on thee.
lesserot@Songs:4:8 @ Come with me from Lebanon, O bride, with me from Lebanon: look about from the top of Amanah, from the top of Senir and Chermon, from the lions dens, from the leopards mountains.
lesserot@Songs:4:9 @ Thou hast ravished my heart, O my sister, bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thy eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
lesserot@Songs:4:10 @ How beautiful are thy caresses, O my sister, bride! how much more pleasant are thy caresses than wine! and the smell of thy fragrant oils more than all spices.
lesserot@Songs:4:11 @ Of sweet honey drop thy lips, O bride: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the scent of thy garments is like the scent of Lebanon.
lesserot@Songs:4:12 @ A lockedup garden is my sister, bride; a lockedup spring, a sealed fountain.
lesserot@Songs:4:13 @ Thy sprouts are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, copher and spikenard;
lesserot@Songs:4:14 @ Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief of spices;
lesserot@Songs:4:15 @ A gardenspring, a well of living waters, and flowing down from Lebanon.
lesserot@Songs:4:16 @ Awake, O north wind; and come thou, O south; blow over my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my friend come into his garden, and eat its precious fruits.
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lesserot@Songs:4:1 @ Behold, thou art beautiful, my beloved, behold, thou art beautiful: thy dovelike eyes from behind thy vail; thy hair is like a flock of goats, that come quietly down from Mount Gilad.
lesserot@Songs:4:2 @ Thy teeth are like a flock of wellselected sheep, which are come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and there is not one among them that is deprived of her young.
lesserot@Songs:4:3 @ Like a thread of scarlet are thy lips, and thy mouth is comely: like the half of a pomegranate is the upper part of thy cheek behind thy vail.
lesserot@Songs:4:4 @ Thy neck is like the tower of David built on terraces, a thousand shields hangthereon, all the quivers of the mighty men.
lesserot@Songs:4:5 @ Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe, that feed among the lilies.
lesserot@Songs:4:6 @ Until the day became cool, and the shadows flee away, will I get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
lesserot@Songs:4:7 @ Thou art altogether beautiful, my beloved, and there is no blemish on thee.
lesserot@Songs:4:8 @ Come with me from Lebanon, O bride, with me from Lebanon: look about from the top of Amanah, from the top of Senir and Chermon, from the lions dens, from the leopards mountains.
lesserot@Songs:4:9 @ Thou hast ravished my heart, O my sister, bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thy eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
lesserot@Songs:4:10 @ How beautiful are thy caresses, O my sister, bride! how much more pleasant are thy caresses than wine! and the smell of thy fragrant oils more than all spices.
lesserot@Songs:4:11 @ Of sweet honey drop thy lips, O bride: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the scent of thy garments is like the scent of Lebanon.
lesserot@Songs:4:12 @ A lockedup garden is my sister, bride; a lockedup spring, a sealed fountain.
lesserot@Songs:4:13 @ Thy sprouts are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, copher and spikenard;
lesserot@Songs:4:14 @ Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief of spices;
lesserot@Songs:4:15 @ A gardenspring, a well of living waters, and flowing down from Lebanon.
lesserot@Songs:4:16 @ Awake, O north wind; and come thou, O south; blow over my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my friend come into his garden, and eat its precious fruits.
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