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Song of Solomon 4:1–6:1

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1Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy hair is as a flock of goats, On the slopes of mount Gilead. 2Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them. 3Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy speech is comely; As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil. 4Thy neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armoury: A thousand bucklers hang thereon, All shields of mighty men. 5Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies. 6Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense. 7Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.

8Come with me, from Lebanon, my spouse, With me from Lebanon, —Come, look from the top of Amanah, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions’ dens, From the mountains of the leopards. 9Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck. 10How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine ointments than all spices! 11Thy lips, my spouse, drop as the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon. 12A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed. 13Thy shoots are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants; 14Spikenard and saffron; Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

15A fountain in the gardens, A well of living waters, Which stream from Lebanon. 16Awake, north wind, and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow forth. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat its precious fruits.

Chapter 5

1I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, beloved ones!

2I slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night. 3—I have put off my tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute them? — 4My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door; And my bowels yearned for him. 5I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the lock. 6I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; I called him, but he gave me no answer. 7The watchmen that went about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. 8I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, …What will ye tell him? —That I am sick of love.

9What is thy beloved more than another beloved, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, That thou dost so charge us? 10My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand. 11His head is as the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven; 12His eyes are like doves by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, fitly set; 13His cheeks are as a bed of spices, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips lilies, dropping liquid myrrh. 14His hands gold rings, set with the chrysolite; His belly is bright ivory, overlaid with sapphires; 15His legs, pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold: His bearing as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars; 16His mouth is most sweet: Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, yea, this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

Chapter 6

1Whither is thy beloved gone, Thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? And we will seek him with thee.

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Song of Solomon 4:7: You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in you.