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The Man
1#SS 1:15; 6:5; 6:7 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.
2#SS 6:6 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.
3#SS 6:7; Jos 2:18 Your lips are like a scarlet thread,
and your mouth is lovely.
Your cheeks are halves of a pomegranate
behind your veil.
4#SS 7:4; Ne 3:19 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.
5#SS 2:16; 6:3 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle,
that feed among the lilies.
6#SS 2:17; 4:14 Until the day breathes
and the shadows flee,
I will go away to the mountain of myrrh
and the hill of frankincense.
7#SS 1:15 You are altogether fair, my love;
there is no flaw in you.
8#Dt 3:9; 1Ch 5:23 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.
9#SS 5:1–2; 4:10 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#SS 1:2–4 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#Ge 27:27; SS 5:1 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#Pr 5:15–18 A garden locked is my sister, my bride,
a fountain sealed.
13#SS 1:14; Ecc 2:5 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates
with all choicest fruits,
henna with nard,
14#Ex 30:23; SS 4:6; 3:6 nard and saffron,
calamus and cinnamon,
with all trees of frankincense,
myrrh and aloes,
with all the chief spices—
15#Jn 4:10; Jer 2:13 a garden fountain,
a well of living water,
and flowing streams from Lebanon.
The Woman
16#SS 5:1; 6:2 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.