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Song of Solomon 4

Hebrew Names Version HNV

1 Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, That descend from Mount Gil`ad.

2 Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, Which have come up from the washing, Where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.

3 Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

4 Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand shields, All the shields of the mighty men.

5 Your two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.

6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, To the hill of frankincense.

7 You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.

8 Come with me from Levanon, my bride, With me from Levanon. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards.

9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, With one chain of your neck.

10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of spices!

11 Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Levanon.

12 A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; A locked up spring, A sealed fountain.

13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: Henna with spikenard plants,

14 Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; Myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,

15 A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, Flowing streams from Levanon. Beloved

16 Awake, north wind; and come, you south; Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And taste his precious fruits. Lover

The Message Bible MSG

1 You're so beautiful, my darling, so beautiful, and your dove eyes are veiled By your hair as it flows and shimmers, like a flock of goats in the distance streaming down a hillside in the sunshine.

2 Your smile is generous and full - expressive and strong and clean.

3 Your lips are jewel red, your mouth elegant and inviting, your veiled cheeks soft and radiant.

4 The smooth, lithe lines of your neck command notice - all heads turn in awe and admiration!

5 Your breasts are like fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the first spring flowers.

6 The sweet, fragrant curves of your body, the soft, spiced contours of your flesh Invite me, and I come. I stay until dawn breathes its light and night slips away.

7 You're beautiful from head to toe, my dear love, beautiful beyond compare, absolutely flawless.

8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. Leave Lebanon behind, and come. Leave your high mountain hideaway. Abandon your wilderness seclusion, Where you keep company with lions and panthers guard your safety.

9 You've captured my heart, dear friend. You looked at me, and I fell in love. One look my way and I was hopelessly in love!

10 How beautiful your love, dear, dear friend - far more pleasing than a fine, rare wine, your fragrance more exotic than select spices.

11 The kisses of your lips are honey, my love, every syllable you speak a delicacy to savor. Your clothes smell like the wild outdoors, the ozone scent of high mountains.

12 Dear lover and friend, you're a secret garden, a private and pure fountain.

13 Body and soul, you are paradise, a whole orchard of succulent fruits - Ripe apricots and peaches, oranges and pears; Nut trees and cinnamon, and all scented woods;

14 Mint and lavender, and all herbs aromatic;

15 A garden fountain, sparkling and splashing, fed by spring waters from the Lebanon mountains.

16 Wake up, North Wind, get moving, South Wind! Breathe on my garden, fill the air with spice fragrance. Oh, let my lover enter his garden! Yes, let him eat the fine, ripe fruits.