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Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair;
[a]Thine eyes are as doves behind thy [b]veil.
Thy hair is as a flock of goats,
That [c]lie along the side of mount Gilead.
Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn,
Which are come up from the washing,
[d]Whereof every one hath twins,
And none is bereaved among them.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet,
And thy [e]mouth is comely.
Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate
Behind thy [f]veil.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 4:1 Or, Thou hast doves’ eyes
  2. Song of Solomon 4:1 Or, locks
  3. Song of Solomon 4:1 Or, appear on mount Gilead
  4. Song of Solomon 4:2 Or, Which are all of them in pairs
  5. Song of Solomon 4:3 Or, speech
  6. Song of Solomon 4:3 Or, locks

Solomon Admires His Bride's Beauty

He

Behold, (A)you are beautiful, my love,
    behold, you are beautiful!
(B)Your eyes are doves
    (C)behind your veil.
(D)Your hair is like a flock of goats
    leaping down (E)the slopes of Gilead.
Your (F)teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes
    that have come up from the washing,
all of which bear twins,
    and not one among them has lost its young.
Your lips are like (G)a scarlet thread,
    and your mouth is (H)lovely.
Your (I)cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
    (J)behind your veil.

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