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Solomon Praises the Beauty of His Bride

[a]Behold, you are beautiful, (A)my darling,
Behold, you are beautiful!
Your (B)eyes are like doves (C)behind your veil;
Your (D)hair is like a flock of goats
That have leapt down from Mount (E)Gilead.
Your (F)teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes
Which have come up from their washing,
All of which bear twins,
And not one among them has [b]lost her young.
Your lips are like a (G)scarlet thread,
And your (H)mouth is lovely.
Your (I)temples are like a slice of a pomegranate
Behind your veil.
Your (J)neck is like the tower of David,
Built [c]with rows of stones
On which are (K)hung one thousand shields,
All the small (L)shields of the mighty men.
Your (M)two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle
Which [d](N)feed among the lilies.
(O)Until the day breathes
And the shadows flee,
I will go my way to the mountain of (P)myrrh
And to the hill of (Q)frankincense.

(R)You are altogether beautiful, my darling,
And there is no blemish in you.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 4:1 BRIDEGROOM
  2. Song of Songs 4:2 Or miscarried
  3. Song of Songs 4:4 Or for an arsenal
  4. Song of Songs 4:5 Lit shepherd, cf. Song 1:7, 8; 2:16; 6:2

Man

How beautiful you are, my darling.
How very beautiful!
Behind your veil,
your eyes are doves.(A)
Your hair is like a flock of goats
streaming down Mount Gilead.(B)
Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep
coming up from washing,
each one bearing twins,
and none has lost its young.[a](C)
Your lips are like a scarlet cord,(D)
and your mouth[b] is lovely.
Behind your veil,
your brow[c] is like a slice of pomegranate.(E)
Your neck is like the tower of David,(F)
constructed in layers.
A thousand shields are hung on it—
all of them shields of warriors.
Your breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle,(G) that feed among the lilies.
Until the day breaks[d]
and the shadows flee,(H)
I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh
and the hill of frankincense.(I)
You are absolutely beautiful,(J) my darling;
there is no imperfection in you.

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Footnotes

  1. 4:2 Lit and no one bereaved among them
  2. 4:3 Or speech
  3. 4:3 Or temple, or cheek, or lips
  4. 4:6 Lit breathes