|4||Song of Solomon||Reference|
|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,
moving down the slopes of Gilead.
|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 is bereaved.
|Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely. |
Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.
|Your neck is like the tower of David, |
built for an arsenal,
whereon hang a thousand bucklers,
all of them shields of warriors.
|Your two breasts are like two fawns, |
twins of a gazelle,
that feed among the lilies.
|Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, |
I will hie me to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.
|You are all fair, my love; |
there is no flaw in you.
|Come with me from Lebanon, my bride; |
come with me from Lebanon.
Depart from the peak of Ama'na,
from the peak of Senir and Hermon,
from the dens of lions,
from the mountains of leopards.
|You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride, |
you have ravished my heart with a glance of your eyes,
with one jewel of your necklace.
|How sweet is your love, my sister, my bride! |
how much better is your love than wine,
and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!
|Your lips distil nectar, my bride; |
honey and milk are under your tongue;
the scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.
|A garden locked is my sister, my bride, |
a garden locked, a fountain sealed.
|Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates with all choicest fruits, henna with nard,|
|nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, |
with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes,
with all chief spices -
|a garden fountain, a well of living water, |
and flowing streams from Lebanon.
|Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! |
Blow upon my garden, let its fragrance be wafted abroad.
Let my beloved come to his garden, and eat its choicest fruits.
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