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  • The Bridegroom Praises the Bride

    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.
  • Solomon Admires his Beloved

    Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy hair is as a flock of goats, On the slopes of mount Gilead.
  • 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 [a]barren among them.
  • Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.
  • Your lips are like a strand of scarlet,
    And your mouth is lovely.
    Your temples behind your veil
    Are like a piece of pomegranate.
  • Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy speech is comely; As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.
  • Your neck is like the tower of David,
    Built for an armory,
    On which hang a thousand [b]bucklers,
    All shields of mighty men.
  • Thy neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armoury: A thousand bucklers hang thereon, All shields of mighty men.
  • Your two breasts are like two fawns,
    Twins of a gazelle,
    Which feed among the lilies.
  • Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies.
  • 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.
  • Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.
  • You are all fair, my love,
    And there is no spot in you.
  • Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.
  • 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.
  • [Come] with me, from Lebanon, [my] spouse, With me from Lebanon, -- Come, look from the top of Amanah, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards.
  • 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.
  • Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] spouse; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
  • How fair is your love,
    My sister, my spouse!
    How much better than wine is your love,
    And the [c]scent of your perfumes
    Than all spices!
  • How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] spouse! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine ointments than all spices!
  • 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.
  • Thy lips, [my] spouse, drop [as] the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
  • A garden [d]enclosed
    Is my sister, my spouse,
    A spring shut up,
    A fountain sealed.
  • A garden enclosed is my sister, [my] spouse; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
  • Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates
    With pleasant fruits,
    Fragrant henna with spikenard,
  • Thy shoots are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants;
  • Spikenard and saffron,
    Calamus and cinnamon,
    With all trees of frankincense,
    Myrrh and aloes,
    With all the chief spices —
  • Spikenard and saffron; Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
  • A fountain of gardens,
    A well of living waters,
    And streams from Lebanon.
  • A fountain in the gardens, A well of living waters, Which stream from Lebanon.
  • 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 Bride

    Awake, north wind, and come, [thou] south; Blow upon my garden, [that] the spices thereof may flow forth. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat its precious fruits.

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