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1 Behold,
thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair;
Thine eyes are [as] doves behind thy veil.
Thy hair is as a flock of goats,
That lie along the side of mount Gilead.
2
Thy teeth are like a flock
[of ewes] that are [newly]
shorn,
Which are come up from the washing,
Whereof every one hath twins,
And none is bereaved among them.
3
Thy lips are like a thread of
scarlet,
And thy mouth is comely.
Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate
Behind thy veil.
4
Thy neck is like the tower of
David builded for an armory,
Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers,
All the shields of the mighty men.
5
Thy two breasts are like two
fawns
That are twins of a roe,
Which feed among the lilies.
6
Until the day be cool, and
the shadows flee away,
I will get me to the mountain of myrrh,
And to the hill of frankincense.
7
Thou art all fair, my love;
And there is no spot in thee.
8
Come with me from Lebanon,
[my] bride,
With me from Lebanon:
Look from the top of Amana,
From the top of Senir and Hermon,
From the lions' dens,
From the mountains of the leopards.
9
Thou hast ravished my heart,
my sister, [my] bride;
Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes,
With one chain of thy neck.
10
How fair is thy love, my
sister, [my] bride!
How much better is thy love than wine!
And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!
11
Thy lips, O [my] bride, drop
[as] the honeycomb:
Honey and milk are under thy tongue;
And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12
A garden shut up is my
sister, [my] bride;
A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13
Thy shoots are an orchard of
pomegranates, with precious
fruits;
Henna with spikenard plants,
14
Spikenard and saffron,
Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense;
Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
15
[Thou art] a fountain of
gardens,
A well of living waters,
And flowing streams from Lebanon.
16
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 precious fruits.