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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.

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.
Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn,
which came up from the washing;
whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely:
thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury,
whereon there hang a thousand bucklers,
all shields of mighty men.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins,
which feed among the lilies.
Until the day break, 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;
there is no spot in thee.

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.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse;
thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes,
with one chain of thy neck.
10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse!
how much better is thy love than wine!
and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
11 Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb:
honey and milk are under thy tongue;
and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12 A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse;
a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13 Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates,
with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
14 spikenard and saffron;
calamus and cinnamon,
with all trees of frankincense;
myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
15 a fountain of gardens,
a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

16 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 pleasant fruits.