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4:1 |
ehold, thou art faire, my loue, behold thou art faire, thou hast doues eyes within thy lockes: thy haire is as a flocke of goats, that appeare from mount Gilead. |
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4:2 |
Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe that are euen shorne, which came vp from the washing: whereof euery one beare twinnes, and none is barren among them. |
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4:3 |
Thy lips are like a threed of scarlet, and thy speach is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy lockes. |
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4:4 |
Thy necke is like the tower of Dauid builded for an armorie, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mightie men. |
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4:5 |
Thy two breasts, are like two yong Roes, that are twinnes, which feed among the lillies. |
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4:6 |
Untill the day breake, and the shadowes flee away, I will get mee to the mountaines of myrrhe, and to the hill of frankincense. |
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4:7 |
Thou art all faire, my loue, there is no spot in thee. |
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4:8 |
Come with me from Lebanon (my spouse,) with me from Lebanon: looke from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the Lions dennes, from the mountaines of the Leopards. |
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4:9 |
Thou hast rauished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast rauished my heart, with one of thine eyes, with one chaine of thy necke. |
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4:10 |
How faire is thy loue, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy loue then wine! and the smell of thine oyntments then all spices! |
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4:11 |
Thy lips, O my spouse! drop as the hony combe: hony and milke are vnder thy tongue, and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon. |
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4:12 |
A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse: a spring shut vp, a fountaine sealed. |
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4:13 |
Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits, Camphire, with Spikenaed, |
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4:14 |
Spikenard and Saffron, Calamus and Cynamom, with all trees of Frankincense, Mirrhe and Aloes, with all the chiefe spices. |
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4:15 |
A fountaine of gardens, a well of liuing waters, and streames from Lebanon. |
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4:16 |
Awake, O Northwinde, and come thou South, blow vpon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out: let my beloued come into his garden, and eate his pleasant fruits. |
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