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King James Version
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou
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,
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
thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an
whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins,
feed among the lilies.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get
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:
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
ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much
thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and
under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of
A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut
Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant
camphire, with spikenard,
Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees
frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams
Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my
that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his
garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
Orthodox Library, St. Seraphim of Sarov, 2008.
Have mercy, O Lord, upon Thy handmaid P. F.
THE END, AND TO GOD BE THE GLORY!