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Verse 1

Behold, thou art fair,{H3303} my love;{H7474} behold, thou art fair;{H3303} Thine eyes{H5869} are [as] doves{H3123} behind{H1157} thy veil.{H6777} Thy hair{H8181} is as a flock{H5739} of goats,{H5795} That lie{H1570} along the side of mount{H2022} Gilead.{H1568}

Verse 2

Thy teeth{H8127} are like a flock{H5739} [of ewes] that are [newly] shorn,{H7094} Which are come up{H5927} from the washing,{H7367} Whereof every one hath twins,{H8382} And none is bereaved{H7909} among them.

Verse 3

Thy lips{H8193} are like a thread{H2339} of scarlet,{H8144} And thy mouth{H4057} is comely.{H5000} Thy temples{H7541} are like a piece{H6400} of a pomegranate{H7416} behind{H1157} thy veil.{H6777}

Verse 4

Thy neck{H6677} is like the tower{H4026} of David{H1732} builded{H1129} for an armory,{H8530} Whereon there hang{H8518} a thousand{H505} bucklers,{H4043} All the shields{H7982} of the mighty men.{H1368}

Verse 5

Thy two{H8147} breasts{H7699} are like two{H8147} {H6082} fawns{H6646} That are twins{H8380} of a roe, Which feed{H7462} among the lilies.{H7799}

Verse 6

Until the day{H3117} be cool,{H6315} and the shadows{H6752} flee away,{H5127} I will get{H3212} me to the mountain{H2022} of myrrh,{H4753} And to the hill{H1389} of frankincense.{H3828}

Verse 7

Thou art all fair,{H3303} my love;{H7474} And there is no spot{H3971} in thee.

Verse 8

Come{H935} with me from Lebanon,{H3844} [my] bride,{H3618} With me from Lebanon:{H3844} Look{H7789} from the top{H7218} of Amana,{H549} From the top{H7218} of Senir{H8149} and Hermon,{H2768} From the lions'{H738} dens,{H4585} From the mountains{H2042} of the leopards.{H5246}

Verse 9

Thou hast ravished my heart,{H3823} my sister,{H269} [my] bride;{H3618} Thou hast ravished my heart{H3823} with one{H259} of thine eyes,{H5869} With one{H259} chain{H6060} of thy neck.{H6677}

Verse 10

How fair{H3302} is thy love,{H1730} my sister,{H269} [my] bride!{H3618} How much better{H2895} is thy love{H1730} than wine!{H3196} And the fragrance{H7381} of thine oils{H8081} than all manner of spices!{H1314}

Verse 11

Thy lips,{H8193} O [my] bride,{H3618} drop{H5197} [as] the honeycomb:{H5317} Honey{H1706} and milk{H2461} are under thy tongue;{H3956} And the smell{H7381} of thy garments{H8008} is like the smell{H7381} of Lebanon.{H3844}

Verse 12

A garden{H1588} shut{H5274} up is my sister,{H269} [my] bride;{H3618} A spring{H1530} shut up,{H5274} a fountain{H4599} sealed.{H2856}

Verse 13

Thy shoots{H7973} are an orchard{H6508} of pomegranates,{H7416} with precious{H4022} fruits;{H6529} Henna{H3724} with spikenard{H5373} plants,

Verse 14

Spikenard{H5373} and saffron,{H3750} Calamus{H7070} and cinnamon,{H7076} with all trees{H6086} of frankincense;{H3828} Myrrh{H4753} and aloes,{H174} with all the chief{H7218} spices.{H1314}

Verse 15

[ Thou art] a fountain{H4599} of gardens,{H1588} A well{H875} of living{H2416} waters,{H4325} And flowing streams{H5140} from Lebanon.{H3844}

Verse 16

Awake,{H5782} O north wind;{H6828} And come,{H935} thou south;{H8486} Blow{H6315} upon my garden,{H1588} that the spices{H1314} thereof may flow out.{H5140} Let my beloved{H1730} come{H935} into his garden,{H1588} And eat{H398} his precious{H4022} fruits.{H6529}

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