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The Bridegroom Praises the Bride

The Beloved

1Behold, you are fair, my love!

Behold, you are fair!

You have dove’s eyes behind your veil.

Your hair is like a flock of goats,

Going down from Mount Gilead.

2Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep

Which have come up from the washing,

Every one of which bears twins,

And none is4:2 bereavedbarren among them.

3Your lips are like a strand of scarlet,

And your mouth is lovely.

Your temples behind your veil

Are like a piece of pomegranate.

4Your neck is like the tower of David,

Built for an armory,

On which hang a thousand 4:4 Small shieldsbucklers,

All shields of mighty men.

5Your two breasts are like two fawns,

Twins of a gazelle,

Which feed among the lilies.

6Until the day breaks

And the shadows flee away,

I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh

And to the hill of frankincense.

7You are all fair, my love,

And there is no spot in you.

8Come with me from Lebanon, 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.

9You have ravished my heart,

My sister, my spouse;

You have ravished my heart

With one look of your eyes,

With one link of your necklace.

10How fair is your love,

My sister, my spouse!

How much better than wine is your love,

And the 4:10 fragrancescent of your perfumes

Than all spices!

11Your lips, O my spouse,

Drip as the honeycomb;

Honey and milk are under your tongue;

And the fragrance of your garments

Is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

12A garden 4:12 locked or barredenclosed

Is my sister, my spouse,

A spring shut up,

A fountain sealed.

13Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates

With pleasant fruits,

Fragrant henna with spikenard,

14Spikenard and saffron,

Calamus and cinnamon,

With all trees of frankincense,

Myrrh and aloes,

With all the chief spices—

15A fountain of gardens,

A well of living waters,

And streams from Lebanon.

The Shulamite

16Awake, O north wind,

And come, O south!

Blow upon my garden,

That its spices may flow out.

Let my beloved come to his garden

And eat its pleasant fruits.

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The Bridegroom Praises the Bride

The Beloved

The Shulamite