How beautiful you are!
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The woman’s lover speaking to her-Oh, you are beautiful, my love; you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats going down from Mount Gilead.
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Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes, coming up from the washing place. Each one has a twin, and none among them is bereaved.
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Your lips are like a thread of scarlet; your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves behind your veil.
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Your neck is like the tower of David built in rows of stone, with a thousand shields hanging on it, all the shields of soldiers.
The power of love
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Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the lilies.
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Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
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You are beautiful in every way, my love and there is no blemish in you.
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Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. Come with me from Lebanon; come from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from lions’ dens, from mountain dens of leopards.
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You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart, with just one look at me, with just one jewel of your necklace.
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How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice.
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Your lips, my bride, drip honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
A garden full of noble plants
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My sister, my bride is a garden locked up, a garden locked up, a spring that is sealed.
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Your branches are a grove of pomegranate trees with choice fruits, and of henna and nard plants,
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Spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon with all kinds of spices, myrrh and aloes with all the finest spices.
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You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water, streams flowing down from Lebanon. The young woman speaking to her lover-
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Awake, north wind; come, south wind; blow on my garden so that its spices may give off their fragrance. May my beloved come into his garden and eat some of its choice fruit.
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