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Song of Songs 4

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1How beautiful you look, my darling, how beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair flows down like a flock of goats descending Mount Gilead.
2Your teeth are as white as a flock of sheep that are just shorn and washed. None of them are missing—they are all perfectly matched.
3Your lips are as red as scarlet thread. Your mouth is gorgeous. Your cheeks are the blushing color of pomegranates behind your veil.
4Your neck is as tall and shapely as David's tower, with your necklaces like the hanging shields of a thousand warriors.
5Your breasts are like two fawns, two gazelles feeding among the lilies.
6Before the morning breezes blow and the shadows disappear, I must hurry to those mountains of myrrh and frankincense.
7You are incredibly beautiful, my darling—you are absolutely flawless!
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come from Lebanon. Come down from the peak of Amana, from the peaks of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains where leopards live.
9You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride. With just one look you stole my heart, with just one sparkle from a single one of your necklaces.
10How wonderful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is sweeter than wine. The way you smell from your perfumed oils is better than any spice.
11Nectar drips from your lips; milk and honey are under your tongue. The smell of your clothes is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12My sister, my bride, is a locked garden, a spring of water that is closed, a fountain that is sealed.
13Your channel is a paradise of pomegranates, full of the best fruits, with henna and nard,
14nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all kinds of trees producing frankincense, myrrh, aloes, and the finest spices.
15You are a garden fountain, a well of living water, a flowing stream from Lebanon.
16Wake up, north wind! Come, south wind! Blow on my garden so its scent may be carried on the breeze. Let my love come to his garden and eat its best fruits.