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Song of Solomon, 4
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, lo, thou `art' fair, Thine eyes `are' doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead, |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Thy teeth as a row of the shorn ones That have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them. |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData As a thread of scarlet `are' thy lips, And thy speech `is' comely, As the work of the pomegranate `is' thy temple behind thy veil, |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData As the tower of David `is' thy neck, built for an armoury, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty. |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Thy two breasts `are' as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies. |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense. |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Thou `art' all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse, |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Come from Lebanon, come thou in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of leopards. |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck. |
| 10 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices. |
| 11 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk `are' under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments `Is' as the fragrance of Lebanon. |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData A garden shut up `is' my sister-spouse, A spring shut up -- a fountain sealed. |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits, |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Cypresses with nard -- nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices. |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon! |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits! |
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