4 1HOW FAIR you are, my love [he said], how very fair! Your eyes behind your veil [remind me] of those of a dove; your hair [makes me think of the black, wavy fleece] of a flock of [the Arabian] goats which one sees trailing down Mount Gilead [beyond the Jordan on the frontiers of the desert]. 2Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes which have come up from the washing, of which all are in pairs, and none is missing among them. 3Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil. 4Your neck is like the tower of David, built for an arsenal, whereon hang a thousand bucklers, all of them shields of warriors. 5Your two breasts are like two fawns, like twins of a gazelle that feed among the lilies. 6Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away, [in my thoughts] I will get to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense [to him whom my soul adores]. 7[He exclaimed] O my love, how beautiful you are! There is no flaw in you! 8Come [F]away with me from Lebanon, my [promised] bride, come with me from Lebanon. Depart from the top of Amana, from the peak of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards. 9You have ravished my heart and given me courage, my sister, my [promised] bride; you have ravished my heart and given me courage with one look from your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace. 10How beautiful is your love, my sister, my [promised] bride! How much better is your love than wine! And the fragrance of your ointments than all spices! 11Your lips, O my [promised] bride, drop honey as the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue. And the odor of your garments is like the odor of Lebanon. 12A garden enclosed and barred is my sister, my [promised] bride--a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. 13Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates or a paradise 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. 15You are a fountain [springing up] in a garden, a well of living waters, and flowing streams from Lebanon. 16[You have called me a garden, she said] Oh, I pray that the [cold] [G]north wind and the [soft] south wind may blow upon my garden, that its spices may flow out [in abundance for you in whom my soul delights]. Let my beloved come into his garden and eat its choicest fruits.
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