Song of Songs 4:5
Your two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.
Your two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.
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2Your body is like a round goblet, No mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, Set about with lilies.
3Your two breasts are like two fawns, That are twins of a roe.
4Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
5Your head on you is like Carmel, The hair of your head like purple; The king is held captive in its tresses.
6How beautiful and how pleasant are you, Love, for delights!
7This, your stature, is like a palm tree, Your breasts like its fruit.
8I said, "I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit." Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, The smell of your breath like apples, Beloved
9Your mouth like the best wine, That goes down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
6Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, To the hill of frankincense.
7You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
8Come 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.
9You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, With one chain of your neck.
10How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of spices!
11Your 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.
12A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; A locked up spring, A sealed fountain.
13Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: Henna with spikenard plants,
1Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, That descend from Mount Gilead.
2Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, Which have come up from the washing, Where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.
3Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
4Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand shields, All the shields of the mighty men.
19A loving doe and a graceful deer-- Let her breasts satisfy you at all times. Be captivated always with her love.
14Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!
12His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, Washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
7Tell me, you whom my soul loves, Where you graze your flock, Where you rest them at noon; For why should I be as one who is veiled Beside the flocks of your companions? Lover
8If you don't know, most beautiful among women, Follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.
9I have compared you, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
10Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, Your neck with strings of jewels.
16My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.
17Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, And be like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Bether.
13My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, That lies between my breasts.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms From the vineyards of En Gedi. Lover
15Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves. Beloved
6His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.
7I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That you not stir up, nor awaken love, Until it so desires.
8The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, Leaping on the mountains, Skipping on the hills.
9My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.
10My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
2My beloved has gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies,
4You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem, Awesome as an army with banners.
5Turn away your eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead.
6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which have come up from the washing; Of which every one has twins; None is bereaved among them.
7Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
1I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
2As a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters. Beloved
10I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, Then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
5I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That you not stir up, nor awaken love, Until it so desires.
15A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, Flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved
14My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.