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Song of Solomon 4 New King James Version (NKJV)

The Bridegroom Praises the Bride

The Beloved

4 Behold, ^(A)you are fair, my love!
Behold, you are fair!
You have dove’s eyes behind your veil.
Your hair is like a ^(B)flock of goats,
Going down from Mount Gilead.
²^(C)Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep
Which have come up from the washing,
Every one of which bears twins,
And none is ^[a]barren among them.
³Your lips are like a strand of scarlet,
And your mouth is lovely.
^(D)Your temples behind your veil
Are like a piece of pomegranate.
⁴^(E)Your neck is like the tower of David,
Built ^(F)for an armory,
On which hang a thousand ^[b]bucklers,
All shields of mighty men.
⁵^(G)Your two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle,
Which feed among the lilies.

⁶^(H)Until the day breaks
And the shadows flee away,
I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh
And to the hill of frankincense.

⁷^(I)You are all fair, my love,
And there is no spot in you.
⁸Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse,
With me from Lebanon.
Look from the top of Amana,
From the top of Senir ^(J)and Hermon,
From the lions’ dens,
From the mountains of the leopards.

⁹You have ravished my heart,
My sister, my spouse;
You have ravished my heart
With one look of your eyes,
With one link of your necklace.
¹⁰How fair is your love,
My sister, my spouse!
^(K)How much better than wine is your love,
And the ^[c]scent of your perfumes
Than all spices!
¹¹Your lips, O my spouse,
Drip as the honeycomb;
^(L)Honey and milk are under your tongue;
And the fragrance of your garments
Is ^(M)like the fragrance of Lebanon.

¹²A garden ^[d]enclosed
Is my sister, my spouse,
A spring shut up,
A fountain sealed.
¹³Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates
With pleasant fruits,
Fragrant henna with spikenard,
¹⁴Spikenard and saffron,
Calamus and cinnamon,
With all trees of frankincense,
Myrrh and aloes,
With all the chief spices—
¹⁵A fountain of gardens,
A well of ^(N)living waters,
And streams from Lebanon.

The Shulamite

¹⁶Awake, O north wind,
And come, O south!
Blow upon my garden,
That its spices may flow out.
^(O)Let my beloved come to his garden
And eat its pleasant ^(P)fruits.

New King James Version (NKJV)