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4:1 icapsehold, 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. Margin Note
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.  
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.  
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.  
4:5 Thy two breasts, are like two yong Roes, that are twinnes, which feed among the lillies.  
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. Margin Note
4:7 Thou art all faire, my loue, there is no spot in thee.  
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.  
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. Margin Note
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!  
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.  
4:12 A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse: a spring shut vp, a fountaine sealed. Margin Note
4:13 Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits, Camphire, with Spikenaed, Margin Note
4:14 Spikenard and Saffron, Calamus and Cynamom, with all trees of Frankincense, Mirrhe and Aloes, with all the chiefe spices.  
4:15 A fountaine of gardens, a well of liuing waters, and streames from Lebanon.  
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.