Shir Hashirim, starting at chapter 4

 {4:1} Behold, you are beautiful, my love.
   Behold, you are beautiful.
 Your eyes are doves behind your veil.
   Your hair is as a flock of goats,
   That descend from Mount Gil`ad.
 {4:2} Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock,
   Which have come up from the washing,
   Where every one of them has twins.
   None is bereaved among them.
 {4:3} Your lips are like scarlet thread.
   Your mouth is lovely.
   Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
 {4:4} Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory,
   Whereon there hang a thousand shields,
   All the shields of the mighty men.
 {4:5} Your two breasts are like two fawns
   That are twins of a roe,
   Which feed among the lilies.
 
 {4:6} Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away,
   I will go to the mountain of myrrh,
   To the hill of frankincense.
 
 {4:7} You are all beautiful, my love.
   There is no spot in you.
 {4:8} Come with me from Levanon, my bride,
   With me from Levanon.
   Look from the top of Amana,
   From the top of Senir and Hermon,
   From the lions' dens,
   From the mountains of the leopards.
 {4:9} You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride.
   You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes,
   With one chain of your neck.
 {4:10} How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!
   How much better is your love than wine!
   The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of spices!
 {4:11} Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb.
   Honey and milk are under your tongue.
   The smell of your garments is like the smell of Levanon.
 {4:12} A locked up garden is my sister, my bride;
   A locked up spring,
   A sealed fountain.
 {4:13} Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious
        fruits:
   Henna with spikenard plants,
   {4:14} Spikenard and saffron,
   Calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree;
   Myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
   {4:15} A fountain of gardens,
   A well of living waters,
   Flowing streams from Levanon.
 
 Beloved
 {4:16} Awake, north wind; and come, you south;
   Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out.
 Let my beloved come into his garden,
   And taste his precious fruits.
 Lover
 {5:1} I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride.
   I have gathered my myrrh with my spice;
   I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
   I have drunk my wine with my milk.
 
 Friends
 Eat, friends!
   Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.
 
 Beloved
 {5:2} I was asleep, but my heart was awake.
   It is the voice of my beloved who knocks:
   Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled;
   For my head is filled with dew,
   My hair with the dampness of the night.
 {5:3} I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on?
   I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
 {5:4} My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening.
   My heart pounded for him.
 {5:5} I rose up to open for my beloved.
   My hands dripped with myrrh,
   My fingers with liquid myrrh,
   On the handles of the lock.
 {5:6} I opened to my beloved;
   But my beloved left; gone away.
 My heart went out when he spoke.
   I looked for him, but I didn't find him.
   I called him, but he didn't answer.
 {5:7} The watchmen who go about the city found me.
   They beat me.
   They bruised me.
   The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.
 {5:8} I adjure you, daughters of Yerushalayim,
   If you find my beloved,
   That you tell him that I am faint with love.
 
 Friends
 {5:9} How is your beloved better than another beloved,
   You fairest among women?
 How is your beloved better than another beloved,
 That you do so adjure us?
 
 Beloved
 {5:10} My beloved is white and ruddy.
   The best among ten thousand.
 {5:11} His head is like the purest gold.
   His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
 {5:12} His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks,
   Washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
 {5:13} His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes.
   His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
 {5:14} His hands are like rings of gold set with bareket.
   His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
 {5:15} His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold.
   His appearance is like Levanon, excellent as the cedars.
 {5:16} His mouth is sweetness;
   Yes, he is altogether lovely.
 This is my beloved, and this is my friend,
   Daughters of Yerushalayim.
  
 Friends
 {6:1} Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women?
   Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
 
 Beloved
 {6:2} My beloved has gone down to his garden,
   To the beds of spices,
   To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
 {6:3} I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine.
   He browses among the lilies,
 
 {6:4} You are beautiful, my love, as Tirtzah,
   Lovely as Yerushalayim,
   Awesome as an army with banners.
 {6:5} Turn away your eyes from me,
   For they have overcome me.
 Your hair is like a flock of goats,
   That lie along the side of Gil`ad.
 {6:6} Your teeth are like a flock of ewes,
   Which have come up from the washing;
   Of which every one has twins;
   None is bereaved among them.
 {6:7} Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
 {6:8} There are sixty queens, eighty concubines,
   And virgins without number.
 {6:9} My dove, my perfect one, is unique.
   She is her mother's only daughter.
   She is the favorite one of her who bore her.
 The daughters saw her, and called her blessed,
   The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
 
 {6:10} Who is she who looks forth as the morning,
   Beautiful as the moon,
   Clear as the sun,
   Awesome as an army with banners?
 
 {6:11} I went down into the nut tree grove,
   To see the green plants of the valley,
   To see whether the vine budded,
   And the pomegranates were in flower.
 {6:12} Without realizing it,
   My desire set me with my royal people's chariots.
 
 Friends
 {6:13} Return, return, Shulammite!
   Return, return, that we may gaze at you.
 
 Lover
 Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite,
   As at the dance of Machanayim?
 

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