rsv Songs:4
rsv@Songs:4:1 @ Behold, you are beautiful, my love, behold, you are beautiful! Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, moving down the slopes of Gilead.
rsv@Songs:4:2 @ Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes that have come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and not one among them is bereaved.
rsv@Songs:4:3 @ Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.
rsv@Songs:4:4 @ Your neck is like the tower of David, built for an arsenal, whereon hang a thousand bucklers, all of them shields of warriors.
rsv@Songs:4:5 @ Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies.
rsv@Songs:4:6 @ Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will hie me to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.
rsv@Songs:4:7 @ You are all fair, my love; there is no flaw in you.
rsv@Songs:4:8 @ Come with me from Lebanon, my bride; come with me from Lebanon. Depart from the peak of Ama'na, from the peak of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards.
rsv@Songs:4:9 @ You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride, you have ravished my heart with a glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.
rsv@Songs:4:10 @ How sweet is your love, my sister, my bride! how much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!
rsv@Songs:4:11 @ Your lips distil nectar, my bride; honey and milk are under your tongue; the scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.
rsv@Songs:4:12 @ A garden locked is my sister, my bride, a garden locked, a fountain sealed.
rsv@Songs:4:13 @ Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates with all choicest fruits, henna with nard,
rsv@Songs:4:14 @ nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices--
rsv@Songs:4:15 @ a garden fountain, a well of living water, and flowing streams from Lebanon.
rsv@Songs:4:16 @ Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden, let its fragrance be wafted abroad. Let my beloved come to his garden, and eat its choicest fruits.