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title: Song of Solomon 4
slug: kjv/song-of-solomon-4
createdAt: 2024-08-21T02:17:09.568Z
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**1 **Behold, thou *art* fair, my love; behold, thou *art* fair; thou *hast* doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair *is* as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.

**2 **Thy teeth *are* like a flock *of sheep that are even* shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none *is* barren among them.

**3 **Thy lips *are* like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech *is* comely: thy temples *are* like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.

**4 **Thy neck *is* like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

**5 **Thy two breasts *are* like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

**6 **Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

**7 **Thou *art* all fair, my love; *there is* no spot in thee.

**8 **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.

**9 **Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, *my* spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

**10 **How fair is thy love, my sister, *my* spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

**11 **Thy lips, O *my* spouse, drop *as* the honeycomb: honey and milk *are* under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments *is* like the smell of Lebanon.

**12 **A garden inclosed *is* my sister, *my* spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

**13 **Thy plants *are* an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,

**14 **Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

**15 **A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

**16 **Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, *that* the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.