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1 Behold, you I are fair, my love! Behold, you I are fair! You I have dove's eyes behind your veil. Your hair I is like a flock of goats, Going down from Mount Gilead.
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2 Your teeth I are like a flock of shorn I sheep Which have come up from the washing, Every one of which bears twins, And none I is barren among them.
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3 Your lips I are like a strand of scarlet, And your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil I Are like a piece of pomegranate.
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4 Your neck I is like the tower of David, Built for an armory, On which hang a thousand bucklers, All shields of mighty men.
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5 Your two breasts I are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies.
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6 Until the day breaks And the shadows flee away, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense.
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7 You I are all fair, my love, And I there is no spot in you.
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8 Come with me from Lebanon, I my spouse, 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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9 You have ravished my heart, My sister, I my spouse; You have ravished my heart With one I look of your eyes, With one link of your necklace.
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10 How fair is your love, My sister, I my spouse! How much better than wine is your love, And the scent of your perfumes Than all spices!
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11 Your lips, O I my spouse, Drip as the honeycomb; Honey and milk I are under your tongue; And the fragrance of your garments I Is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
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12 A garden enclosed I Is my sister, I my spouse, A spring shut up, A fountain sealed.
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13 Your plants I are an orchard of pomegranates With pleasant fruits, Fragrant henna with spikenard,
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14 Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, With all the chief spices;
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15 A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And streams from Lebanon. THE SHULAMITE
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16 Awake, O north I wind, And come, O south! Blow upon my garden, I That its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come to his garden And eat its pleasant fruits. THE BELOVED
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