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Song of Solomon 3

## The Song of Songs, Which is Solomon's

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| # Chapter 4
#### 1 | Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are 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 of ewes that are 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, 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, 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, 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 my bride, drop 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, 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 | 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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