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* 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 Gil ’ad . * Thy teeth are like a flock of well –selected 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 . * 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 . * Thy neck is like the tower of David built on terraces , a thousand shields hang –thereon , all the quivers of the mighty men . * Thy two breasts are like two fawns , the twins of the roe , that feed among the lilies . * 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 . * Thou art altogether beautiful , my beloved , and there is no blemish on thee .–– * 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 . * 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 . * 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 . * 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 . * A locked –up garden is my sister , bride ; a locked –up spring , a sealed fountain . * Thy sprouts are an orchard of pomegranates , with precious fruits , copher and spikenard ; * Spikenard and saffron ; calamus and cinnamon , with all the trees of frankincense ; myrrh and aloes , with all the chief of spices ; * A garden –spring , a well of living waters , and flowing down from Lebanon .–– * 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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