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# Chapter 4
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1 Behold, you are fair, my love!
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Behold, you are fair!
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You have dove’s eyes behind your veil.
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Your hair is like a flock of goats,
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Going down from Mount Gilead.
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2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep
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Which have come up from the washing,
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Every one of which bears twins,
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And none is barren among them.
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3 Your lips are like a strand of scarlet,
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And your mouth is lovely.
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Your temples behind your veil
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Are like a piece of pomegranate.
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4 Your neck is like the tower of David,
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Built for an armory,
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On which hang a thousand bucklers,
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All shields of mighty men.
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5 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
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Twins of a gazelle,
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Which feed among the lilies.
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6 Until the day breaks
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And the shadows flee away,
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I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh
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And to the hill of frankincense.
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7 You are all fair, my love,
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And there is no spot in you.
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8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse,
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With me from Lebanon.
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Look from the top of Amana,
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From the top of Senir and Hermon,
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From the lions’ dens,
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From the mountains of the leopards.
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9 You have ravished my heart,
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My sister, my spouse;
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You have ravished my heart
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With one look of your eyes,
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With one link of your necklace.
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10 How fair is your love,
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My sister, my spouse!
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How much better than wine is your love,
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And the scent of your perfumes
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Than all spices!
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11 Your lips, O my spouse,
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Drip as the honeycomb;
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Honey and milk are under your tongue;
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And the fragrance of your garments
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Is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
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12 A garden enclosed
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Is my sister, my spouse,
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A spring shut up,
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A fountain sealed.
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13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates
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With pleasant fruits,
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Fragrant henna with spikenard,
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14 Spikenard and saffron,
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Calamus and cinnamon,
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With all trees of frankincense,
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Myrrh and aloes,
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With all the chief spices—
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15 A fountain of gardens,
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A well of living waters,
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And streams from Lebanon.
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16 Awake, O north wind,
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And come, O south!
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Blow upon my garden,
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That its spices may flow out.
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Let my beloved come to his garden
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And eat its pleasant fruits. |