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ylt@Songs:4:1 @Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, lo, thou [art] fair, Thine eyes [are] doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead,

ylt@Songs:4:2 @Thy teeth as a row of the shorn ones That have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

ylt@Songs:4:3 @As a thread of scarlet [are] thy lips, And thy speech [is] comely, As the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy veil,

ylt@Songs:4:4 @As the tower of David [is] thy neck, built for an armoury, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty.

ylt@Songs:4:5 @Thy two breasts [are] as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.

ylt@Songs:4:6 @Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense.

ylt@Songs:4:7 @Thou [art] all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,

ylt@Songs:4:8 @Come from Lebanon, come thou in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of leopards.

ylt@Songs:4:9 @Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

ylt@Songs:4:10 @How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices.

ylt@Songs:4:11 @Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk [are] under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments [Is] as the fragrance of Lebanon.

ylt@Songs:4:12 @A garden shut up [is] my sister-spouse, A spring shut up -- a fountain sealed.

ylt@Songs:4:13 @Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,

ylt@Songs:4:14 @Cypresses with nard -- nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.

ylt@Songs:4:15 @A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!

ylt@Songs:4:16 @Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits!

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