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 1 Behold, you are beautiful, my darling.

 Behold, you are beautiful.

 Your eyes are doves

 behind your veil.

 Your hair is as a flock of goats

 that descend from Mount Gilead.


 2 Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock

 which have come up from the washing,

 where every one of them has twins.

 None is bereaved among them.


 3 Your lips are like scarlet thread.

 Your mouth is lovely.

 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate

 behind your veil.


 4 Your neck is like David’s tower

 built for an armory

 on which 1,000 shields hang,

 all the shields of the mighty men.


 5 Your two breasts are like two fawns

 that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.


 6 Until the day is cool

 and the shadows flee away,

 I will go to the mountain of myrrh,

 to the hill of frankincense.


 7 You are all beautiful, my darling.

 There is no spot in you.


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 You have captivated my heart, my sister, my bride.

 You have captivated my heart with one of your eyes,

 with one chain of your neck.


 10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!

 How much better is your love than wine!

 The fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!


 11 Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb.

 Honey and milk are under your tongue.

 The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.


A locked up garden is my sister, my bride;

 a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.


 13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates

 with choice fruits:

 henna with nard,


 14 nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,

 with every kind of tree of frankincense,

 myrrh and aloes

 with all the best spices,


 15 a fountain of gardens,

 a well of living waters,

 flowing streams from Lebanon.


 16 Awake, north wind,

 and come, you south!

 Blow on my garden,

 that its spices may flow out.

 Let my beloved come into his garden

 and taste his precious fruits.


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