wbs - 4

wbs@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.

wbs@Songs:4:2 @ Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; all of which bear twins, and none is barren among them.

wbs@Songs:4:3 @ Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of pomegranate within thy locks.

wbs@Songs:4:4 @ Thy neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

wbs@Songs:4:5 @ Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

wbs@Songs:4:6 @ Until the day shall break, and the shadows flee away, I will repair to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

wbs@Songs:4:7 @ Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

wbs@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, from the mountains of the leopards.

wbs@Songs:4:9 @ Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thy eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

wbs@Songs:4:10 @ How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thy ointments than all spices!

wbs@Songs:4:11 @ Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honey-comb; honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

wbs@Songs:4:12 @ A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

wbs@Songs:4:13 @ Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphor, with spikenard,

wbs@Songs:4:14 @ Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

wbs@Songs:4:15 @ A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

wbs@Songs:4:16 @ Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.

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