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“Behold, you are fair, my love. Behold, you are fair! Your eyes are like doves. Among your locks your hair is like the flock of goats which look down from the mountain of Gilead.

“Your teeth are like a flock of sheep in good order, which go up from the washing, from which each one brings out twins. And none is barren among them.

“Your lips are like a thread of scarlet. And your talk is comely. Your temples are as a piece of a pomegranate within your locks.

“Your neck is as the tower of David, built for defense. A thousand shields hang in it, and all the targets of the strong men.

“Your two breasts are as two fawns, twins of a gazelle, feeding among the lilies.

“Until the day breaks and the shadows fly away, I will go into the mountain of myrrh, and to the mountain of incense.

“You are all fair, my love, and there is no spot in you.

“Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon. And look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, and from the mountains of the leopards.

“My sister, my spouse, you have wounded my heart. You have wounded my heart with one of your eyes, with a chain of your neck.

10 “My sister, my spouse, how fair is your love? How much better is your love than wine, and the savor of your ointments than all spices?

11 “Your lips, my spouse, drop as honeycombs. Honey and milk are under your tongue. And the savor of your garment is as the savor of Lebanon.

12 “My sister, my spouse, is as an enclosed garden, as a spring shut up, and a fountain sealed up.

13 “Your plants are as an orchard of pomegranates with sweet fruits: henna, spikenard,

14 “spikenard and saffron, calamus, and cinnamon, with all the trees of incense, myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.

15 “O fountain of the gardens! O well of living waters and the springs of Lebanon!”

16 “Arise, O North, and come, O South. Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my well-beloved come to his garden and eat his pleasant fruit.”