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Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your mouth is lovely: your temples are like a piece of pomegranate behind your veil. Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand shields, all shields of mighty men. Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies. read more.
Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go up to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. You are all fair, my love; there is no spot in you. 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. You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one look of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace. How fair is your love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is your love than wine! and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices! Your lips, O my spouse, drop like the honeycomb: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; henna, with spikenard, Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices: A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
Unto the woman he said, I will greatly multiply your sorrow and your conception; in sorrow you shall bring forth children; and your desire shall be to your husband, and he shall rule over you.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your love is better than wine. Because of the fragrance of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you. Draw me, we will run after you: the king has brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine: the upright love you.
Awake, O north wind; and come, you south; blow upon my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat its pleasant fruits.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine has budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened, and the pomegranates are in bloom: there will I give you my loves. The mandrakes give a fragrance, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.
I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favor.