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¾Æ 4:1 How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes
behind your veil are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending
from Mount Gilead.
¾Æ 4:2 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn, coming up from
the washing. Each has its twin; not one of them is alone.
¾Æ 4:3 Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon; your mouth is lovely. Your
temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.
¾Æ 4:4 Your neck is like the tower of David, built with elegance; on
it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors.
¾Æ 4:5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle
that browse among the lilies.
¾Æ 4:6 Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will go to the
mountain of myrrh and to the hill of incense.
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¾Æ 4:7 All beautiful you are, my darling; there is no flaw in you.
¾Æ 4:8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon.
Descend from the crest of Amana, from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon,
from the lions' dens and the mountain haunts of the leopards.
¾Æ 4:9 You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen
my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one j ewel of your necklace.
¾Æ 4:10 How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much
more pleasing is your love than wine, and the fragra nce of your perfume
than any spice!
¾Æ 4:11 Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride; milk and
honey are under your tongue. The fragrance of you r garments is like that
of Lebanon.
¾Æ 4:12 You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride; you are a
spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.
¾Æ 4:13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruits,
with henna and nard,
¾Æ 4:14 nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of
incense tree, with myrrh and aloes and all the fines t spices.
¾Æ 4:15 You are a garden fountain, a well of flowing water streaming
down from Lebanon.
¾Æ 4:16 Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden,
that its fragrance may spread abroad. Let my lover come into his garden
and taste its choice fruits.
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¾Æ 5:1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered
my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeyco mb and my honey; I have
drunk my wine and my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; drink your fill,
O lovers.
¾Æ 5:2 I slept but my heart was awake. Listen! My lover is knocking:
"Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is
drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night."
¾Æ 5:3 I have taken off my robe--must I put it on again? I have washed
my feet--must I soil them again?
¾Æ 5:4 My lover thrust his hand through the latch-opening; my heart
began to pound for him.
¾Æ 5:5 I arose to open for my lover, and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
¾Æ 5:6 I opened for my lover, but my lover had left; he was gone. My
heart sank at his departure. I looked for him but did not find him. I called
him but he did not answer.
¾Æ 5:7 The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city.
They beat me, they bruised me; they took away my cl oak, those watchmen
of the walls!
¾Æ 5:8 O daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you--if you find my lover,
what will you tell him? Tell him I am faint with l ove.
¾Æ 5:9 How is your beloved better than others, most beautiful of women?
How is your beloved better than others, that yo u charge us so?
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¾Æ 5:10 My lover is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
¾Æ 5:11 His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
¾Æ 5:12 His eyes are like doves by the water streams, washed in milk,
mounted like jewels.
¾Æ 5:13 His cheeks are like beds of spice yielding perfume. His lips
are like lilies dripping with myrrh.
¾Æ 5:14 His arms are rods of gold set with chrysolite. His body is
like polished ivory decorated with sapphires.
¾Æ 5:15 His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His
appearance is like Lebanon, choice as its cedars.
¾Æ 5:16 His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This
is my lover, this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. |