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SNG 4:1–4:16 ©

The Song of Songs 4

4Behold you! You are beautiful, my darling.

Behold you! You are beautiful.

Your eyes are doves from behind your veil.

Your hair is like a flock of goats that hop down from the slopes of Gilead.

2Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep that have come up from the washing,

all of which bear twins,

and there is not among them one which is bereaved.

3Like a thread of scarlet are your lips

and your mouth is lovely.

Like a slice of pomegranate are your cheeks

from behind your veil.

4Like the tower of David is your neck, built of layers—

a thousand shields hanging on it,

all the shields of the warriors.

5Your two breasts are like two fawns,

twins of a female gazelle,

the ones pasturing among the lilies.

6Until the day breathes and the shadows flee,

I myself will go to the mountain of myrrh

and to the hill of frankincense.

7All of you is beautiful, my darling,

and there is no blemish in you.

8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride;

come with me from Lebanon.

Descend from the top of Amana,

from the top of Senir and Hermon,

from the hiding places of lions,

from the mountains of leopards.

9You have enchanted my heart, my sister, my bride;

you have enchanted my heart

with one look from your eyes,

with one jewel from your necklace.

10How your love is beautiful, my sister, my bride!

How your love is better than wine

and the smell of your oils is better than all spices!

11Your lips drip with nectar, my bride;

honey and milk are under your tongue

and the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

12A locked garden is my sister, my bride,

a locked spring, a sealed fountain.

13Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranate trees with delicious fruits,

henna with nard,

14nard and saffron,

calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense,

myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,

15a fountain of gardens,

a well of living water

and flowing streams from Lebanon.

16Awake, north wind, and come, south wind;

blow on my garden and let its spices flow.

Let my beloved come to his garden

and eat its delicious fruit.

SNG 4:1–4:16 ©

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