Song of Solomon chapter 4

O how fair art thou (my love) how fair art thou? thou hast doves' eyes, beside that which lieth hid within. Thy hairy locks are like a flock of sheep that be clipped, which go first up from the washing place: where every one beareth two twins, and not one unfruitful among them. Thy lips are like a rose coloured ribbon, thy words are lovely: thy cheeks are like a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lyeth hid within. Thy neck is like the tower of David builded with bulwarks, where upon there hang a thousand shields, yea all the weapons of the giants. Thy two breasts are like two twins of young roes, which feed among the lilies. O that I might go to the mountain of Myrre, and to the hill of frankincense: till the day break, and till the shadows be past away. Thou art all fair, O my love, and no sport is there in thee.
Come to me from Libanus, O my spouse, and come to me from Liban: come soon the next way from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, and from the mountains of the leopards. Thou hast wounded my heart, O my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart, with one of thine eyes, and with one chain of thy neck. O how fair and lovely are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse? Thy breasts are more pleasant than wine, and the smell of thine ointments passeth all spices. Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb, yea milk and honey is under thy tongue, and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of frankincense. Thou art a well kept garden, O my sister, my spouse, thou are a well kept watering spring, a sealed well. The fruits that sprout in thee, are like a very Paradise of pomegranates with sweet fruits: as Cypress, Nardus, Saffron, Calmus, and all the trees of Libanus: Myrre, Aloes, and all the best spices.
Thou art a well of gardens, a well of living waters, which renne down from Libanus. Up thou northwind, come thou southwind, and blow upon my garden, that the smell thereof may be carried on every side: yea that my beloved may come into my garden, and eat of the fruits and apples that grow therein.


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