Song of Solomon (Canticles) 4:1: Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
Song of Solomon (Canticles) 4:2: Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.
Song of Solomon (Canticles) 4:3: Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
Song of Solomon (Canticles) 4:4: Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
Song of Solomon (Canticles) 4:5: Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Song of Solomon (Canticles) 4:6: Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Song of Solomon (Canticles) 4:7: Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
Song of Solomon (Canticles) 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 of Solomon (Canticles) 4:9: 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.
Song of Solomon (Canticles) 4:10: How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
Song of Solomon (Canticles) 4:11: Thy lips, O 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.
Song of Solomon (Canticles) 4:12: A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Song of Solomon (Canticles) 4:13: Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
Song of Solomon (Canticles) 4:2: Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.
Song of Solomon (Canticles) 4:3: Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
Song of Solomon (Canticles) 4:4: Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
Song of Solomon (Canticles) 4:5: Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Song of Solomon (Canticles) 4:6: Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Song of Solomon (Canticles) 4:7: Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
Song of Solomon (Canticles) 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 of Solomon (Canticles) 4:9: 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.
Song of Solomon (Canticles) 4:10: How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
Song of Solomon (Canticles) 4:11: Thy lips, O 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.
Song of Solomon (Canticles) 4:12: A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Song of Solomon (Canticles) 4:13: Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
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