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Song of Songs 4:1
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Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, That descend from Mount Gil`ad.
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Song of Songs 4:2
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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.
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Song of Songs 4:3
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Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
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Song of Songs 4:4
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Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand shields, All the shields of the mighty men.
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Song of Songs 4:5
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Your two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.
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Song of Songs 4:6
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Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, To the hill of frankincense.
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Song of Songs 4:7
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You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
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Song of Songs 4:8
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Come with me from Levanon, my bride, With me from Levanon. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Chermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards.
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Song of Songs 4:9
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You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, With one chain of your neck.
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Song of Songs 4:10
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How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of spices!
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Song of Songs 4:11
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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 Levanon.
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Song of Songs 4:12
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A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; A locked up spring, A sealed fountain.
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Song of Songs 4:13
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Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: Henna with spikenard plants,
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Song of Songs 4:14
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Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; Myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
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Song of Songs 4:15
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A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, Flowing streams from Levanon. Beloved
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Song of Songs 4:16
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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. Lover
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