Songs:4-5
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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 .
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Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn ,
which came up from the washing ;
whereof every one bear twins ,
and none is barren among them .
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Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet ,
and thy speech is comely :
thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks .
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Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury ,
whereon there hang a thousand bucklers ,
all shields of mighty men .
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Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins ,
which feed among the lilies .
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Until the day break ,
and the shadows flee away ,
I will get me to the mountain of myrrh ,
and to the hill of frankincense .
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Thou art all fair ,
my love ;
there is no spot in thee .
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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 .
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Thou hast ravished my heart ,
my sister ,
my spouse ;
thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes ,
with one chain of thy neck .
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How fair is thy love ,
my sister ,
my spouse !
how much better is thy love than wine !
and the smell of thine ointments than all spices !
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Thy lips ,
O my spouse ,
drop as the honeycomb :
honey and milk are under thy tongue ;
and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon .
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A garden inclosed is my sister ,
my spouse ;
a spring shut up ,
a fountain sealed .
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Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates ,
with pleasant fruits ;
camphire ,
with spikenard ,
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Spikenard and saffron ;
calamus and cinnamon ,
with all trees of frankincense ;
myrrh and aloes ,
with all the chief spices :
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A fountain of gardens ,
a well of living waters ,
and streams from Lebanon .
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Awake ,
O north wind ;
and come ,
thou south ;
blow upon my garden ,
that the spices thereof may flow out .
Let my beloved come into his garden ,
and eat his pleasant fruits .
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I am come into my garden ,
my sister ,
my spouse :
I have gathered my myrrh with my spice ;
I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey ;
I have drunk my wine with my milk :
eat ,
O friends ;
drink ,
yea ,
drink abundantly ,
O beloved .
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I sleep ,
but my heart waketh :
it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh ,
saying ,
Open to me ,
my sister ,
my love ,
my dove ,
my undefiled :
for my head is filled with dew ,
and my locks with the drops of the night .
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I have put off my coat ;
how shall I put it on ?
I have washed my feet ;
how shall I defile them ?
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My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door ,
and my bowels were moved for him .
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I rose up to open to my beloved ;
and my hands dropped with myrrh ,
and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh ,
upon the handles of the lock .
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I opened to my beloved ;
but my beloved had withdrawn himself ,
and was gone :
my soul failed when he spake :
I sought him ,
but I could not find him ;
I called him ,
but he gave me no answer .
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The watchmen that went about the city found me ,
they smote me ,
they wounded me ;
the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me .
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I charge you ,
O daughters of Jerusalem ,
if ye find my beloved ,
that ye tell him ,
that I am sick of love .
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What is thy beloved more than another beloved ,
O thou fairest among women ?
what is thy beloved more than another beloved ,
that thou dost so charge us ?
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My beloved is white and ruddy ,
the chiefest among ten thousand .
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His head is as the most fine gold ,
his locks are bushy ,
and black as a raven .
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His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters ,
washed with milk ,
and fitly set .
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His cheeks are as a bed of spices ,
as sweet flowers :
his lips like lilies ,
dropping sweet smelling myrrh .
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His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl :
his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires .
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His legs are as pillars of marble ,
set upon sockets of fine gold :
his countenance is as Lebanon ,
excellent as the cedars .
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His mouth is most sweet :
yea ,
he is altogether lovely .
This is my beloved ,
and this is my friend ,
O daughters of Jerusalem .
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Whither is thy beloved gone ,
O thou fairest among women ?
whither is thy beloved turned aside ?
that we may seek him with thee .