SONG OF SOLOMON
Chapter 4
| Song | RWebster | 4:1 | Behold, thou artfair, my love; behold, thou artfair; thou hastdoves’ eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead. | |
| Song | RWebster | 4:2 | Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; all of which bear twins, and none is barren among them. | |
| Song | RWebster | 4:3 | Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of pomegranate within thy locks. | |
| Song | RWebster | 4:4 | Thy neck is like the tower of David built for an armoury, on which hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men. | |
| Song | RWebster | 4:5 | Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies. | |
| Song | RWebster | 4:6 | Until the day shall break, and the shadows flee away, I will go up to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. | |
| Song | RWebster | 4:8 | Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, 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. | |
| Song | RWebster | 4:9 | Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thy eyes, with one chain of thy neck. | |
| Song | RWebster | 4:10 | How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the fragrance of thy ointments than all spices! | |
| Song | RWebster | 4:11 | Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the scent of thy garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. | |
| Song | RWebster | 4:13 | Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; henna, with spikenard, | |
| Song | RWebster | 4:14 | Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices: | |