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OEB SNG Chapter 4

SNG 4 ©

4(he says)

How fair, my love, you are,

with your dove-like eyes

behind your veil,

and your hair like a flock of black goats

streaming down from mount Gilead;

2your teeth like a white flock new shorn

just come up from the washing,

ranged in a double row,

not one of them lacking;

3your lips like a scarlet thread

and your mouth so lovely;

your cheeks like halves of pomegranate,

seen through your veil;

4your neck like the tower of David,

built in circles of stones,

hung with a thousand shields,

all shields of warriors;

5your breasts like a pair of fawns:

twin fawns of a gazelle

grazing among the lilies.


6Till the day grows cool

and the shadows depart

I will go to your mountains of myrrh,

and your hills of frankincense.

7All of you is beautiful, my love,

beautiful without a flaw.


8Come with me from Lebanon, my sweetheart,

come from Lebanon,

come down from the top of Amana,

from the top of Senir and Hermon,

from the lions” dens,

from the lairs of the leopards.

9You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride,

one glance of your eyes has bewitched me,

one glint of your necklace. *****

10How sweet thy caress, sister bride!

10How much better than wine thy caresses!

Thylips, O my bride, drip with honey,

And milk leith under thy tongue.

Thy garments are fragrant as Lebanon;

10Thy perfumes are sweeter than balsam.

12A garden enclosed is my sister,

And garden enclosed, a sealed fountain;

13Thy shoots are a pomegranate paradise–

Choicest of fruits,

Henna and spikenard,

14Spikenard and saffron,

Calamus and cinnamon,

With all trees of incense,

Aloes and myrrh,

With the chief spices all.

15Thou art the fount of my garden,

A well of fresh water,

Like streamlets of Lebanon.

16O North wind, awake,

And come, thou South,

And blow on my garden,

That perfume be wafted.

"Let my darling come into his garden

And taste its choice fruits."

SNG 4 ©

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