| The Holy Bible: King James Version. 2000. | | The Song of Solomon | | 4 |
The Bridegroom Praises the Bride |
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Behold, thou art fair, my love;
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behold, thou art fair; |
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thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: |
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thy hair is as a flock of goats, |
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that appear from mount Gil'e-ad. |
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Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn,
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which came up from the washing; |
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whereof every one bear twins, |
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and none is barren among them. |
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Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet,
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and thy speech is comely: |
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thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks. |
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Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armory,
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whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, |
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all shields of mighty men. |
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Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins,
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which feed among the lilies. |
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Until the day break,
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and the shadows flee away, |
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I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, |
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and to the hill of frankincense. |
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Thou art all fair, my love;
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there is no spot in thee. |
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Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse,
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with me from Lebanon: |
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look from the top of Ama'na, |
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from the top of Shenir and Hermon, |
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from the lions' dens, |
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from the mountains of the leopards. |
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Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse;
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thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, |
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with one chain of thy neck. |
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How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse!
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How much better is thy love than wine! |
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and the smell of thine ointments than all spices! |
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Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb:
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honey and milk are under thy tongue; |
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and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon. |
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A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse;
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a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. |
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Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits;
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camphire, with spikenard, |
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spikenard and saffron;
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calamus and cinnamon, |
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with all trees of frankincense; |
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myrrh and aloes, |
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with all the chief spices: |
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a fountain of gardens,
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a well of living waters, |
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and streams from Lebanon. |
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Awake, O north wind;
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and come, thou south; |
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blow upon my garden, |
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that the spices thereof may flow out. |
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Let my beloved come into his garden, |
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and eat his pleasant fruits. |
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