SongofSolomon - Chapter 4 | American Standard Version

  • 1. Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are {cf15i as} doves behind thy veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead.
  • 2. Thy teeth are like a flock {cf15i of ewes} that are {cf15i newly} shorn, Which are come up from the washing, Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.
  • 3. 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.
  • 4. 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.
  • 5. Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.
  • 6. 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.
  • 7. Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.
  • 8. Come with me from Lebanon, {cf15i 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.
  • 9. Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, {cf15i my} bride; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
  • 10. How fair is thy love, my sister, {cf15i my} bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!
  • 11. Thy lips, O {cf15i my} bride, drop {cf15i as} the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
  • 12. A garden shut up is my sister, {cf15i my} bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
  • 13. Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants,
  • 14. Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
  • 15. {cf15i Thou art} a fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And flowing streams from Lebanon.
  • 16. 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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