Songs:4
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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 ,
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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 .
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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 ,
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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 .
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Thy two breasts [
are ]
as two fawns ,
Twins of a roe ,
that are feeding among lilies .
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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 .
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Thou [
art ]
all fair ,
my friend ,
And a blemish there is not in thee .
Come from Lebanon ,
O spouse ,
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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 .
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Thou hast emboldened me ,
my sister-spouse ,
Emboldened me with one of thine eyes ,
With one chain of thy neck .
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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 .
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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 .
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A garden shut up [
is ]
my sister-spouse ,
A spring shut up --
a fountain sealed .
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Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates ,
With precious fruits ,
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Cypresses with nard --
nard and saffron ,
Cane and cinnamon ,
With all trees of frankincense ,
Myrrh and aloes ,
with all chief spices .
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A fount of gardens ,
a well of living waters ,
And flowings from Lebanon !
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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 !