Song of Songs 4:5
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of the gazelle grazing among the lilies.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of the gazelle grazing among the lilies.
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2 Your navel is a round mixing bowl– may it never lack mixed wine! Your belly is a mound of wheat, encircled by lilies.
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
4 Your neck is like a tower made of ivory. Your eyes are the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon overlooking Damascus.
5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. The locks of your hair are like royal tapestries– the king is held captive in its tresses!
6 How beautiful you are! How lovely, O love, with your delights!
7 The Palm Tree and the Palm Tree ClimberThe Lover to His Beloved: Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters of grapes.
8 I want to climb the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit stalks. May your breasts be like the clusters of grapes, and may the fragrance of your breath be like apples!
9 May your mouth be like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding gently over our lips as we sleep together.
6 Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee, I will go up to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 You are altogether beautiful, my darling! There is no blemish in you!
8 The Wedding Night: Beautiful as Lebanon 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.
9 You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride! You have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.
10 How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine; the fragrance of your perfume is better than any spice!
11 Your lips drip sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride, honey and milk are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 The Wedding Night: The Delightful GardenThe Lover to His Beloved: You are a locked garden, my sister, my bride; you are an enclosed spring, a sealed-up fountain.
13 Your shoots are a royal garden full of pomegranates with choice fruits: henna with nard,
1 The Wedding Night: Praise of the Bride The Lover to His Beloved: Oh, you are beautiful, my darling! Oh, you are beautiful! Your eyes behind your veil are like doves. Your hair is like a flock of female goats descending from Mount Gilead.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of newly-shorn sheep coming up from the washing place; each of them has a twin, and not one of them is missing.
3 Your lips are like a scarlet thread; your mouth is lovely. Your forehead behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David built with courses of stones; one thousand shields are hung on it– all shields of valiant warriors.
19 a loving doe, a graceful deer; may her breasts satisfy you at all times, may you be captivated by her love always.
14 The Beloved to Her Lover: Make haste, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
12 His eyes are like doves by streams of water, washed in milk, mounted like jewels.
13 His cheeks are like garden beds full of balsam trees yielding perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with drops of myrrh.
7 The Shepherd and the ShepherdessThe Beloved to Her Lover: Tell me, O you whom my heart loves, where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you rest your sheep during the midday heat? Tell me lest I wander around beside the flocks of your companions!
8 The Lover to His Beloved: If you do not know, O most beautiful of women, simply follow the tracks of my flock, and pasture your little lambs beside the tents of the shepherds.
9 The Beautiful Mare and the Fragrant MyrrhThe Lover to His Beloved: O my beloved, you are like a mare among Pharaoh’s stallions.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments; your neck is lovely with strings of jewels.
16 Poetic Refrain: Mutual PossessionThe Beloved about Her Lover: My lover is mine and I am his; he grazes among the lilies.
17 The Gazelle and the Rugged MountainsThe Beloved to Her Lover: Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved– be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountain gorges.
13 My beloved is like a fragrant pouch of myrrh spending the night between my breasts.
14 My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En Gedi.
15 Mutual Praise and AdmirationThe Lover to His Beloved: Oh, how beautiful you are, my beloved! Oh, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are like doves!
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
7 The Beloved to the Maidens: I admonish you, O maidens of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and by the young does of the open fields: Do not awaken or arouse love until it pleases!
8 The Arrival of the LoverThe Beloved about Her Lover: Listen! My lover is approaching! Look! Here he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills!
9 My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look! There he stands behind our wall, gazing through the window, peering through the lattice.
10 The Season of Love and the Song of the TurtledoveThe Lover to His Beloved: My lover spoke to me, saying:“Arise, my darling; My beautiful one, come away with me!
2 The Beloved to the Maidens: My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the flowerbeds of balsam spices, to graze in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 Poetic Refrain: Mutual PossessionThe Beloved about Her Lover: I am my lover’s and my lover is mine; he grazes among the lilies.
4 The Renewal of LoveThe Lover to His Beloved: My darling, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as awe-inspiring as bannered armies!
5 Turn your eyes away from me– they overwhelm me! Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Mount Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin; not one of them is missing.
7 Like a slice of pomegranate is your forehead behind your veil.
1 The Lily among the Thorns and the Apple Tree in the ForestThe Beloved to Her Lover: I am a meadow flower from Sharon, a lily from the valleys.
2 The Lover to His Beloved: Like a lily among the thorns, so is my darling among the maidens.
10 The Beloved: I was a wall, and my breasts were like fortress towers. Then I found favor in his eyes.
5 The Adjuration RefrainThe Beloved to the Maidens: I admonish you, O maidens of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and by the young does of the open fields:“Do not awake or arouse love until it pleases!”
15 You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.
14 The Dove in the Clefts of En GediThe Lover to His Beloved: O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places of the mountain crags, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.