Song of Songs 4:4
Thy necke is as the tower of Dauid builte for defence: a thousand shieldes hang therein, and all the targates of the strong men.
Thy necke is as the tower of Dauid builte for defence: a thousand shieldes hang therein, and all the targates of the strong men.
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1Howe beautifull are thy goings with shooes, O princes daughter! the ioynts of thy thighs are like iewels: the worke of the hande of a cunning workeman.
2Thy nauel is as a round cuppe that wanteth not licour: thy belly is as an heape of wheat compassed about with lilies.
3Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes.
4Thy necke is like a towre of yuorie: thine eyes are like the fishe pooles in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the towre of Lebanon, that looketh toward Damascus.
5Thine head vpon thee is as skarlet, and the bush of thine head like purple: the King is tyed in the rafters.
6Howe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures!
7This thy stature is like a palme tree, and thy brestes like clusters.
8I saide, I will goe vp into the palme tree, I will take holde of her boughes: thy breastes shall nowe be like the clusters of the vine: and the sauour of thy nose like apples,
9And the roufe of thy mouth like good wine, which goeth straight to my welbeloued, and causeth the lippes of the ancient to speake.
5Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes, feeding among the lilies.
6Vntill the day breake, and the shadowes flie away, I wil go into the mountaine of myrrhe and to the mountaine of incense.
7Thou art all faire, my loue, and there is no spot in thee.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, euen with me from Lebanon, and looke from the toppe of Amanah, from the toppe of Shenir and Hermon, from the dennes of the lyons, and from the mountaines of the leopards.
9My sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded mine heart: thou hast wounded mine heart with one of thine eyes, and with a chaine of thy necke.
10My sister, my spouse, how faire is thy loue? howe much better is thy loue then wine? and the sauour of thine oyntments then all spices?
11Thy lippes, my spouse, droppe as honie combes: honie and milke are vnder thy tongue, and the sauoure of thy garments is as the sauoure of Lebanon.
12My sister my spouse is as a garden inclosed, as a spring shut vp, and a fountaine sealed vp.
13Thy plantes are as an orchard of pomegranates with sweete fruites, as camphire, spikenarde,
1Beholde, thou art faire, my loue: behold, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues: among thy lockes thine heare is like the flocke of goates, which looke downe from the mountaine of Gilead.
2Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe in good order, which go vp from the washing: which euery one bring out twinnes, and none is barren among them.
3Thy lippes are like a threede of scarlet, and thy talke is comely: thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.
9I haue compared thee, O my loue, to the troupe of horses in the charets of Pharaoh.
10Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of stones, and thy necke with chaines.
11We will make thee borders of golde with studdes of siluer.
4Thou art beautifull, my loue, as Tirzah, comely as Ierusale, terrible as an army with baners.
5Turne away thine eyes from me: for they ouercome mee: thine heare is like a flocke of goates, which looke downe from Gilead.
6Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe, which goe vp from the washing, which euery one bring out twinnes, and none is barren among them.
7Thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.
9If shee be a wall, we will builde vpon her a siluer palace: and if she be a doore, we wil keepe her in with bordes of cedar.
10I am a wall, and my breasts are as towres: then was I in his eyes as one that findeth peace.
13His cheekes are as a bedde of spices, and as sweete flowres, and his lippes like lilies dropping downe pure myrrhe.
14His hands as rings of gold set with the chrysolite, his belly like white yuorie couered with saphirs.
15His legges are as pillars of marble, set vpon sockets of fine golde: his countenance as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16His mouth is as sweete thinges, and hee is wholy delectable: this is my welbeloued, and this is my louer, O daughters of Ierusalem.
9She shal giue a comely ornamet vnto thine head, yea, she shal giue thee a crowne of glorie.
11I decked thee also with ornaments, and I put bracelets vpon thine handes, and a chaine on thy necke.
12And I put a frontlet vpon thy face, and earings in thine eares, and a beautifull crowne vpon thine head.
2Thou art fayrer then the children of men: grace is powred in thy lips, because God hath blessed thee for euer.
3Gird thy sword vpon thy thigh, O most mightie, to wit, thy worship and thy glory,
15O fountaine of the gardens, O well of liuing waters, and the springs of Lebanon.
10Who is shee that looketh foorth as the morning, fayre as the moone, pure as the sunne, terrible as an armie with banners!
13My welbeloued is as a bundle of myrrhe vnto me: he shall lie betweene my breasts.
14My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.
15My loue, beholde, thou art faire: beholde, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues.
9For they shalbe a comely ornament vnto thine head, and as chaines for thy necke.
3Because of the sauour of thy good ointments thy name is as an ointment powred out: therefore the virgins loue thee.
4Drawe me: we will runne after thee: the King hath brought me into his chabers: we will reioyce and be glad in thee: we will remember thy loue more then wine: the righteous do loue thee.
15And vpon euery hie tower, and vpon euery strong wall,
11The men of Aruad with thine armie were vpon thy walles round about, and the Gammadims were in thy towres: they hanged their shields vpon thy walles round about: they haue made thy beautie perfite.
9Kings daugthers were among thine honorable wiues: vpon thy right hand did stand the Queene in a vesture of golde of Ophir.