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Look, you are beautiful, my love; look, you are beautiful; Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead. 
Your teeth are like a flock [of ewes] that are [newly] shorn, Which have come up from the washing, Of which everyone has twins, And none is bereaved among them. 
Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, And your mouth is comely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind your veil. 
Your neck is like the tower of David Built for an armory, On which hang a thousand bucklers, All the shields of the mighty men. 
Your two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies. 
Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get myself to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense. 
You are entirely beautiful, my love; And there is no spot in you. 
Come with me from Lebanon, [my] bride, With me from Lebanon: Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards. 
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. 
How fair is your love, my sister, [my] bride! How much better is your love than wine! And the fragrance of your oils than all manner of spices! 
Your lips, O [my] bride, drop [as] the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under your tongue; And the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon. 
A garden shut up is my sister, [my] bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed. 
Your shoots are 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. 
[You are] a fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And flowing streams from Lebanon. 
Awake, O north wind; and come, you south; Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his precious fruits. 

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Look, you are beautiful, my love; look, you are beautiful; Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead. 
Your teeth are like a flock [of ewes] that are [newly] shorn, Which have come up from the washing, Of which everyone has twins, And none is bereaved among them. 
Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, And your mouth is comely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind your veil. 
Your neck is like the tower of David Built for an armory, On which hang a thousand bucklers, All the shields of the mighty men. 
Your two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies. 
Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get myself to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense. 
You are entirely beautiful, my love; And there is no spot in you. 
Come with me from Lebanon, [my] bride, With me from Lebanon: Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards. 
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. 
How fair is your love, my sister, [my] bride! How much better is your love than wine! And the fragrance of your oils than all manner of spices! 
Your lips, O [my] bride, drop [as] the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under your tongue; And the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon. 
A garden shut up is my sister, [my] bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed. 
Your shoots are 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. 
[You are] a fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And flowing streams from Lebanon. 
Awake, O north wind; and come, you south; Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his precious fruits. 

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