Song of Solomon 4

How beautiful you are, my love!
How beautiful you are!
Your eyes are doves behind your veil.
Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep coming up from the washing, all bearing twins, with none bereaved among them. Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your speech is lovely.
Your temples are like a slice of pomegranate behind your veil. Your neck is like the tower of David, built for an armory;
a thousand shields hang upon it, all shields of mighty men. Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the lilies. Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense. You are altogether beautiful, my love;
there is no blemish in you. Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon.
Look from the summit of Amana, from the summit of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of leopards. You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride;
you have captured my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace. How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!
How much better your love is than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than all spices! Your lips drip honey from the comb, my bride;
honey and milk are under your tongue.
The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. A locked garden is my sister, my bride, a locked spring, a sealed fountain. Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruits, henna with nard, nard and saffron, aromatic cane and cinnamon, with every kind of frankincense tree, myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices. A fountain for gardens, a well of living water, and streams flowing from Lebanon. Awake, north wind, and come, south wind!
Blow on my garden;
let its spices flow forth.
Let my beloved come into his garden and eat its choice fruits.

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