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The Man

How fair you are, my love!
    How very fair!
    Your eyes are doves behind your veil.
Your hair is like a flock of goats,
    streaming down the hills of Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes
    that have come up from the washing,
all of which bear twins,
    and not one among them has lost its young.
Your lips are like a scarlet thread,
    and your mouth is lovely.
Your cheeks are halves of a pomegranate
    behind your veil.
Your neck is like the tower of David,
    built in rows of stone;
on it hang a thousand shields,
    all of them shields of mighty men.
Your two breasts are like two fawns,
    twins of a gazelle,
    that feed among the lilies.
Until the day breathes
    and the shadows flee,
I will go away to the mountain of myrrh
    and the hill of frankincense.
You are altogether fair, my love;
    there is no flaw in you.

Come with me from Lebanon, my bride;
    come with me from Lebanon.
Depart from the peak of Amana,
    from the peak of Senir and Hermon,
from the dens of lions,
    from the mountains of leopards.
You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride;
    you have ravished my heart
with one glance of your eyes,
    with one jewel of your necklace.
10 How fair is your love, my sister, my bride!
    How much better than wine is your love,
    and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!
11 Your lips drip honey, my bride;
    honey and milk are under your tongue;
    and the fragrance of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.
12 A garden locked is my sister, my bride,
    a fountain sealed.
13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates
    with all choicest fruits,
    henna with nard,
14     nard and saffron,
    calamus and cinnamon,
    with all trees of frankincense,
    myrrh and aloes,
    with all the chief spices—
15 a garden fountain,
    a well of living water,
    and flowing streams from Lebanon.

The Woman

16 Awake, O north wind,
    and come, O south wind!
Blow upon my garden,
    that its spices may flow out.
Let my beloved come to his garden,
    and eat its choicest fruits.