| 章 |
| 4:1 |
Behold, 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.
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| 4:2 |
Thy 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.
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| 4:3 |
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy speech is comely; As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.
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| 4:4 |
Thy neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armoury: A thousand bucklers hang thereon, All shields of mighty men.
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| 4:5 |
Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies.
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| 4:6 |
Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.
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| 4:7 |
Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.
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| 4:8 |
[Come] 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.
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| 4:9 |
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] spouse; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
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| 4:10 |
How 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!
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| 4:11 |
Thy 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.
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| 4:12 |
A garden enclosed is my sister, [my] spouse; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
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| 4:13 |
Thy shoots are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants;
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| 4:14 |
Spikenard and saffron; Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
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| 4:15 |
A fountain in the gardens, A well of living waters, Which stream from Lebanon.
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| 4:16 |
Awake, 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.
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