Webster / Revised Webster, Song Of Songs, Chapter 04

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4:1 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. 
4:1 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. 

4:2 Thy teeth {are} like a flock {of sheep that are even} shorn, which came up from the washing; all of which bear twins, and none {is} barren among them. 
4:2 Thy teeth {are} like a flock {of sheep that are even} shorn, which came up from the washing; all of which bear twins, and none {is} barren among them. 

4:3 Thy lips {are} like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech {is} comely: thy temples {are} like a piece of pomegranate within thy locks. 
4:3 Thy lips {are} like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech {is} comely: thy temples {are} like a piece of pomegranate within thy locks. 

4:4 Thy neck {is} like the tower of David built for an armory, on which hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men. 
4:4 Thy neck {is} like the tower of David built for an armoury, on which hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men. 

4:5 Thy two breasts {are} like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies. 
4:5 Thy two breasts {are} like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies. 

4:6 Until the day shall break, and the shadows flee away, I will repair to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. 
4:6 Until the day shall break, and the shadows flee away, I will go up to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. 

4:7 Thou {art} all fair, my love; {there is} no spot in thee. 
4:7 Thou {art} all fair, my love; {there is} no spot in thee. 

4:8 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. 
4:8 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. 

4:9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, {my} spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thy eyes, with one chain of thy neck. 
4:9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, {my} spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thy eyes, with one chain of thy neck. 

4:10 How fair is thy love, my sister, {my} spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thy ointments than all spices! 
4:10 How fair is thy love, my sister, {my} spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the fragrance of thy ointments than all spices! 

4:11 Thy lips, O {my} spouse, drop {as} the honey-comb; honey and milk {are} under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments {is} like the smell of Lebanon. 
4:11 Thy lips, O {my} spouse, drop {as} the honeycomb: honey and milk {are} under thy tongue; and the scent of thy garments {is} like the fragrance of Lebanon. 

4:12 A garden inclosed {is} my sister, {my} spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. 
4:12 A garden inclosed {is} my sister, {my} spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. 

4:13 Thy plants {are} an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphor, with spikenard, 
4:13 Thy plants {are} an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; henna, with spikenard, 

4:14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices: 
4:14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices: 

4:15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon. 
4:15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon. 

4:16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, {that} its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits. 
4:16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, {that} its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.