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1 Behold, you [are] fair, my love; behold, you [are] fair; you [have] doves' eyes within your locks: your hair [is] as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
2 Your teeth [are] like a flock [of sheep that are also] shorn, which came up from washing; every one of which bears twins, and none [is] barren among them.
3 Your lips [are] like a thread of scarlet, and your mouth [is] lovely: your temples [are] like a piece of a pomegranate within your locks.
4 Your neck [is] like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
5 Your two breasts [are] like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
6 Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 You [are] all fair, my love; [there is] no spot in you.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, [my] spouse, come with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9 You have stolen my heart, my lover, [my] bride; you have stolen my heart with one look of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
10 How beautiful is your love, my beloved, [my] bride! how much better is your love than wine! and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices!
11 Your lips, O [my] bride, drop [as] the honeycomb: honey and milk [are] under your tongue; and the fragrance of your garments [is] like the smell of Lebanon.
12 A garden enclosed [is] my lover, [my] bride; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13 Your plants [are] an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; 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 Awake, O north wind; and come, you south; blow upon my garden, [that] the spices of it may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits. - WIND OF GOD