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Chapter 4
Song NHEBME 4:1  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 Gilead.
Song NHEBME 4:2  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.
Song NHEBME 4:3  Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Song NHEBME 4:4  Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
Song NHEBME 4:5  Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.
Song NHEBME 4:6  Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
Song NHEBME 4:7  You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
Song NHEBME 4:8  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.
Song NHEBME 4:9  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.
Song NHEBME 4:10  How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of spices!
Song NHEBME 4:11  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.
Song NHEBME 4:12  A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
Song NHEBME 4:13  Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants,
Song NHEBME 4:14  spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
Song NHEBME 4:15  a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved
Song NHEBME 4:16  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. Lover