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# Chapter 4
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1 Behold, you are beautiful, my love,
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behold, you are beautiful!
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Your eyes are doves
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behind your veil.
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Your hair is like a flock of goats
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leaping down the slopes of Gilead.
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2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes
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that have come up from the washing,
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all of which bear twins,
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and not one among them has lost its young.
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3 Your lips are like a scarlet thread,
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and your mouth is lovely.
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Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
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behind your veil.
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4 Your neck is like the tower of David,
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built in rows of stone;
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on it hang a thousand shields,
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all of them shields of warriors.
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5 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
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twins of a gazelle,
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that graze among the lilies.
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6 Until the day breathes
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and the shadows flee,
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I will go away to the mountain of myrrh
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and the hill of frankincense.
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7 You are altogether beautiful, my love;
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there is no flaw in you.
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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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Depart from the peak of Amana,
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from the peak of Senir and Hermon,
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from the dens of lions,
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from the mountains of leopards.
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9 You have captivated my heart, my sister, my bride;
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you have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes,
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with one jewel of your necklace.
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10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!
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How much better is your love than wine,
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and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!
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11 Your lips drip nectar, my bride;
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honey and milk are under your tongue;
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the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
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12 A garden locked is my sister, my bride,
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a spring locked, a fountain sealed.
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13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates
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with all choicest fruits,
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henna with nard,
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14 nard and saffron, 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 choice spices—
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15 a garden fountain, a well of living water,
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and flowing streams from Lebanon.
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16 Awake, O north wind,
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and come, O south wind!
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Blow upon my garden,
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let its spices flow.
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Let my beloved come to his garden,
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and eat its choicest fruits. |