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Song of Solomon 4:1
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Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou
art fair; Thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats,
That lie along the side of mount Gilead. |
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| Song of Solomon 4:2 |
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Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes that are
newly shorn, Which are come up from the washing, Whereof every one hath twins,
And none is bereaved among them. |
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Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And
thy mouth is comely. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy
veil. |
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Thy neck is like the tower of David builded
for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, All the shields of the
mighty men. |
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| Song of Solomon 4:5 |
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Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are
twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies. |
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| Song of Solomon 4:6 |
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Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee
away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense. |
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| Song of Solomon 4:7 |
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Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no
spot in thee. |
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| Song of Solomon 4:8 |
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Come 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. |
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| Song of Solomon 4:9 |
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Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride;
Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
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| Song of Solomon 4:10 |
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How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! How
much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner
of spices! |
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| Song of Solomon 4:11 |
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Thy lips, O my bride, drop as the honeycomb:
Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the
smell of Lebanon. |
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| Song of Solomon 4:12 |
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A garden shut up is my sister, my bride; A spring
shut up, a fountain sealed. |
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| Song of Solomon 4:13 |
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Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with
precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants, |
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| Song of Solomon 4:14 |
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Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon,
with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices. |
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| Song of Solomon 4:15 |
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Thou art a fountain of gardens, A well of living
waters, And flowing streams from Lebanon. |
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Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow
upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into
his garden, And eat his precious fruits. |
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