Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair;
{Or, Thou hast doves' eyes}Thine eyes are as doves behind thy {Or, locks}veil.
Thy hair is as a flock of goats,
That {Or, appear on mount Gilead}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,
{Or, Which are all of them in pairs}Whereof every one hath twins,
And none is bereaved among them.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet,
And thy {Or, speech}mouth is comely.
Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate
Behind thy {Or, locks}veil.
Thy neck is like the tower of David
Builded {Or, with turrets}for an armory,
Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers,
All the shields of the mighty men.
Thy two breasts are like two fawns
That are twins of a {Or, gazalle}roe,
Which feed among the lilies.
Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away,
I will get me to the mountain of myrrh,
And to the hill of frankincense.
Thou art all fair, my love;
And there is no spot in thee.
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,
With me from Lebanon:
{Or, Go}Look from the top of Amana,
From the top of Senir and Hermon,
From the lions' dens,
From the mountains of the leopards.
Thou hast {Or, given me courage}ravished my heart, my sister, my bride;
Thou hast {Or, given me courage}ravished my heart with {Or, one look from thine eyes}one of thine eyes,
With one chain of thy neck.
How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride!
How much better is thy love than wine!
And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!
Thy lips, O my bride, {Or, drop honey}drop as the honeycomb:
Honey and milk are under thy tongue;
And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
A garden {Hebrew: barred.}shut up is my sister, my bride;
A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Thy shoots are {Or, a paradise}an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits;
Henna with spikenard plants,
Spikenard and saffron,
Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense;
Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
Thou art a fountain of gardens,
A well of living waters,
And flowing streams from Lebanon.
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 precious fruits.
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Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth;For thy love is better than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth;For thy love is better than wine.
Thine oils have a goodly fragrance;Thy name is as oil poured forth;Therefore do the {Or, maidens}virgins love thee.
Draw me; we will run after thee:The king hath brought me into his chambers;We will be glad and rejoice in thee;We will make mention of thy love more than of wine: {Or, In uprightness}Rightly do they love thee.
While the king sat at his table,My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
Who is this that cometh up from the wildernessLike pillars of smoke,Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,With all powders of the merchant?
I rose up to open to my beloved;And my hands dropped with myrrh,And my fingers with liquid myrrh,Upon the handles of the bolt.
Now he that establisheth us with you {Greek: into.}in Christ, and anointed us, is God;
{Or, seeing that he both sealed us}who also sealed us, and gave us the earnest of the Spirit in our hearts.
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,
But I have all things, and abound: I am filled, having received from Epaphroditus the things that came from you, an odor of a sweet smell, a sacrifice acceptable, well-pleasing to God.
And when he had taken the book, the four living creatures and the four and twenty elders fell down before the Lamb, having each one a harp, and golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints.