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WEBBE by section SNG 4:1

⌂ ← SNG 4:1–4:16 → ║ ©

The Song of Solomon 4

Lover

4 Behold, you are beautiful, my love.

Behold, you are beautiful.

Your eyes are like doves behind your veil.

Your hair is as a flock of goats,

that descend from Mount Gilead.

2 Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock,

which have come up from the washing,

where every one of them has twins.

None is bereaved amongst them.

3 Your lips are like scarlet thread.

Your mouth is lovely.

Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

4 Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armoury,

on which a thousand shields hang,

all the shields of the mighty men.

5 Your two breasts are like two fawns

that are twins of a roe,

which feed amongst the lilies.

6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away,

I will go to the mountain of myrrh,

to the hill of frankincense.

7 You are all beautiful, my love.

There is no spot in you.

8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,

with me from Lebanon.

Look from the top of Amana,

from the top of Senir and Hermon,

from the lions’ dens,

from the mountains of the leopards.

9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride.

You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes,

with one chain of your neck.

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

How much better is your love than wine,

the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!

11 Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb.

Honey and milk are under your tongue.

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

12 My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden;

a locked up spring,

a sealed fountain.

13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits,

henna with spikenard plants,

14 spikenard and saffron,

calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree;

myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,

15 a fountain of gardens,

a well of living waters,

flowing streams from Lebanon.

Beloved

16 Awake, north wind, and come, you south!

Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out.

Let my beloved come into his garden,

and taste his precious fruits.

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