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# Song of Solomon 4 He
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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 leaping down the slopes of Gilead.
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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 has lost its young.
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3. Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.
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4. Your neck is like the tower of David, built in rows of stone; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors.
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5. Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that graze among the lilies.
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6. Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go away to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.
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7. You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in you.
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8. Come with me from Lebanon, my bride; come with me from Lebanon. Depart from the peak of Amana, from the peak of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards.
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9. You have captivated my heart, my sister, my bride; you have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.
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10. How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!
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11. Your lips drip nectar, my bride; honey and milk are under your tongue; the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
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12. A garden locked is my sister, my bride, a spring locked, a fountain sealed.
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13. Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates with all choicest fruits, henna with nard,
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14. nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all choice spices—
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15. a garden fountain, a well of living water, and flowing streams from Lebanon.
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16. Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden, let its spices flow. She Let my beloved come to his garden, and eat its choicest fruits.
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