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- ¶ BEHOLD, you are beautiful, my beloved;
behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves’ eyes behind your veil; your hair is like a flock of goats, which come up from mount Gilead.
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- Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are shorn, which come up from the washing;
every one of them bears twins, and none is bereft among them.
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- Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely like the first flowers of the pomegranate.
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- Your neck beneath your veil is like the tower of David, built for an armory, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all quivers of valiant men.
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- Your two breasts are like two young roes, twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.
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- Until the day is cool and the evening shadows decline, I will go to the mountains of myrrh and to the hills of frankincense.
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- You are all beautiful, my love;
there is not even a spot in you.
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- ¶ Come with me from Lebanon, O my sister, my bride!
come with me from Lebanon; you shall pass over the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of leopards.
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- You have encouraged me, O my sister, my bride;
you have stolen my heart with a look of one of your eyes, with one necklace of your neck.
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- How beautiful are your breasts, O my sister, my bride!
how much better are your breasts than wine! and the fragrance of your ointments than all spices!
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- Your lips drop as the honeycomb;
honey and milk are under your tongue; and the fragrance of your garments is like the perfume of Lebanon.
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- A garden enclosed is my sister, my bride;
yea, a garden guarded, a fountain sealed.
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- Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits;
henna-flower with spikenard.
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- Spikenard and saffron;
sweet cane and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices;
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- ¶ They are a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing from Lebanon.
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- Awake, O north wind, and come, O you south wind;
blow upon my garden that the perfume may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden and eat his pleasant fruit.
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