The Bridegroom Praises the Bride
41 The Beloved Behold, 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. 2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep Which have come up from the washing, Every one of which bears twins, And none is barren among them. 3 Your lips are like a strand of scarlet, And your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil Are like a piece of pomegranate. 4 Your neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armory, On which hang a thousand bucklers, All shields of mighty men. 5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies. 6 Until the day breaks And the shadows flee away, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense. 7 You are all fair, my love, And there is no spot in you.
8 Come 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. 9 You 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. 10 How fair is your love, My sister, my spouse! How much better than wine is your love, And the scent of your perfumes Than all spices! 11 Your 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. 12 A garden enclosed Is my sister, my spouse, A spring shut up, A fountain sealed. 13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates With pleasant fruits, Fragrant henna with spikenard, 14 Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, With all the chief spices--
15 A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And streams from Lebanon. 16 The Shulamite Awake, 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.
The Bridegroom Praises the Bride
41 "How beautiful you are, my darling , How beautiful you are! Your eyes are like doves behind e your veil ; Your hair is like a flock of goats That have descended from Mount Gilead . 2 "Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes Which have come up from their washing , All of which bear twins , And not one among them has lost her young . 3 "Your lips are like a scarlet thread , And your mouth is lovely . Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate Behind e your veil . 4 "Your neck is like the tower of David , Built with rows of stones On which are hung a thousand shields , All the round shields of the mighty men . 5 "Your two breasts are like two fawns , Twins of a gazelle Which feed among the lilies . 6 " Until the cool of the day When the shadows flee away, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense . 7 " You are altogether beautiful , my darling , And there is no blemish in you.
8 "Come with me from Lebanon , my bride , May you come with me from Lebanon . Journey down from the summit of Amana , From the summit of Senir and Hermon , From the dens of lions , From the mountains of leopards . 9 "You have made my heart beat faster , my sister , my bride ; You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes , With a single strand of your necklace . 10 " How beautiful is your love , my sister , my bride ! How much better is your love than wine , And the fragrance of your oils Than all kinds of spices ! 11 "Your lips , my bride , drip honey ; Honey and milk are under your tongue , And the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon . 12 "A garden locked is my sister , my bride , A rock garden locked , a spring sealed up. 13 "Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates With choice fruits e , henna with nard plants , 14 Nard and saffron , calamus and cinnamon , With all the trees of frankincense , Myrrh and aloes , along with all the finest spices .
15 "You are a garden spring , A well of fresh water , And streams flowing from Lebanon ." 16 "Awake , O north wind, And come , wind of the south ; Make my garden breathe out fragrance, Let its spices be wafted abroad. May my beloved come into his garden And eat its choice fruits !"
The Bridegroom Praises the Bride
41 How beautiful you are, my love, how very beautiful! Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, moving down the slopes of Gilead. 2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes that have come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and not one among them is bereaved. 3 Your lips are like a crimson thread, and your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil. 4 Your neck is like the tower of David, built in courses; on it hang a thousand bucklers, all of them shields of warriors. 5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies. 6 Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will hasten to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense. 7 You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in you.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride; come with me from Lebanon. Depart from the peak of Amana, from the peak of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards. 9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride, you have ravished my heart with a glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace. 10 How sweet is your love, my sister, my bride! how much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than any spice! 11 Your lips distill nectar, my bride; honey and milk are under your tongue; the scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon. 12 A garden locked is my sister, my bride, a garden locked, a fountain sealed. 13 Your channel is an orchard of pomegranates with all choicest fruits, henna with nard, 14 nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices-
15 a garden fountain, a well of living water, and flowing streams from Lebanon. 16 Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden that its fragrance may be wafted abroad. Let my beloved come to his garden, and eat its choicest fruits.
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