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# Chapter 4
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1 You are beautiful, my darling,
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beautiful beyond words.
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Your eyes are like doves
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behind your veil.
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Your hair falls in waves,
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like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead.
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2 Your teeth are as white as sheep,
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recently shorn and freshly washed.
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Your smile is flawless,
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each tooth matched with its twin.
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3 Your lips are like scarlet ribbon;
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your mouth is inviting.
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Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates
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behind your veil.
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4 Your neck is as beautiful as the tower of David,
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jeweled with the shields of a thousand heroes.
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5 Your breasts are like two fawns,
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twin fawns of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.
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6 Before the dawn breezes blow
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and the night shadows flee,
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I will hurry to the mountain of myrrh
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and to the hill of frankincense.
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7 You are altogether beautiful, my darling,
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beautiful in every way.
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8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,
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come with me from Lebanon.
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Come down from Mount Amana,
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from the peaks of Senir and Hermon,
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where the lions have their dens
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and leopards live among the hills.
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9 You have captured my heart,
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my treasure, my bride.
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You hold it hostage with one glance of your eyes,
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with a single jewel of your necklace.
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10 Your love delights me,
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my treasure, my bride.
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Your love is better than wine,
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your perfume more fragrant than spices.
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11 Your lips are as sweet as nectar, my bride.
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Honey and milk are under your tongue.
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Your clothes are scented
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like the cedars of Lebanon.
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12 You are my private garden, my treasure, my bride,
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a secluded spring, a hidden fountain.
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13 Your thighs shelter a paradise of pomegranates
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with rare spices—
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henna with nard,
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14 nard and saffron,
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fragrant calamus and cinnamon,
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with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh, and aloes,
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and every other lovely spice.
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15 You are a garden fountain,
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a well of fresh water
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streaming down from Lebanon’s mountains.
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16 Awake, north wind!
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Rise up, south wind!
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Blow on my garden
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and spread its fragrance all around.
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Come into your garden, my love;
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taste its finest fruits. |