| Song of Songs 4 - Versions
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| Song of Songs 4 Text (WEB)
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- 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 Gilead.
- 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.
- Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
- Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
- Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.
- Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
- You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
- Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
- 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.
- How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!
- 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 Lebanon.
- A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
- Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants,
- spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
- a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved
- 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
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| Song of Songs 4 Text (Hebrew)
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- הנך יפה רעיתי הנך יפה עיניך יונים מבעד לצמתך שערך כעדר העזים שגלשו מהר גלעד׃
- שניך כעדר הקצובות שעלו מן־הרחצה שכלם מתאימות ושכלה אין בהם׃
- כחוט השני שפתתיך ומדבריך נאוה כפלח הרמון רקתך מבעד לצמתך׃
- כמגדל דויד צוארך בנוי לתלפיות אלף המגן תלוי עליו כל שלטי הגבורים׃
- שני שדיך כשני עפרים תאומי צביה הרועים בשושנים׃
- עד שיפוח היום ונסו הצללים אלך לי אל־הר המור ואל־גבעת הלבונה׃
- כלך יפה רעיתי ומום אין בך׃ ס
- אתי מלבנון כלה אתי מלבנון תבואי תשורי מראש אמנה מראש שניר וחרמון ממענות אריות מהררי נמרים׃
- לבבתני אחתי כלה לבבתיני מעיניך באחד ענק מצורניך׃
- מה־יפו דדיך אחתי כלה מה־טבו דדיך מיין וריח שמניך מכל־בשמים׃
- נפת תטפנה שפתותיך כלה דבש וחלב תחת לשונך וריח שלמתיך כריח לבנון׃ ס
- גן נעול אחתי כלה גל נעול מעין חתום׃
- שלחיך פרדס רמונים עם פרי מגדים כפרים עם־נרדים׃
- נרד וכרכם קנה וקנמון עם כל־עצי לבונה מר ואהלות עם כל־ראשי בשמים׃
- מעין גנים באר מים חיים ונזלים מן־לבנון׃
- עורי צפון ובואי תימן הפיחי גני יזלו בשמיו יבא דודי לגנו ויאכל פרי מגדיו׃
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| Song of Songs 4 Text (Latin)
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- SPONSUS. Quam pulchra es, amica mea ! quam pulchra es ! Oculi tui columbarum, absque eo quod intrinsecus latet. Capilli tui sicut greges caprarum quæ ascenderunt de monte Galaad.
- Dentes tui sicut greges tonsarum quæ ascenderunt de lavacro ; omnes gemellis fœtibus, et sterilis non est inter eas.
- Sicut vitta coccinea labia tua, et eloquium tuum dulce. Sicut fragmen mali punici, ita genæ tuæ, absque eo quod intrinsecus latet.
- Sicut turris David collum tuum, quæ ædificata est cum propugnaculis ; mille clypei pendant ex ea, omnis armatura fortium.
- Duo ubera tua sicut duo hinnuli, capreæ gemelli, qui pascuntur in liliis.
- Donec aspiret dies, et inclinentur umbræ, vadam ad montem myrrhæ, et ad collem thuris.
- Tota pulchra es, amica mea, et macula non est in te.
- Veni de Libano, sponsa mea : veni de Libano, veni, coronaberis : de capite Amana, de vertice Sanir et Hermon, de cubilibus leonum, de montibus pardorum.
- Vulnerasti cor meum, soror mea, sponsa ; vulnerasti cor meum in uno oculorum tuorum, et in uno crine colli tui.
- Quam pulchræ sunt mammæ tuæ, soror mea sponsa ! pulchriora sunt ubera tua vino, et odor unguentorum tuorum super omnia aromata.
- Favus distillans labia tua, sponsa ; mel et lac sub lingua tua : et odor vestimentorum tuorum sicut odor thuris.
- Hortus conclusus soror mea, sponsa, hortus conclusus, fons signatus.
- Emissiones tuæ paradisus malorum punicorum, cum pomorum fructibus, cypri cum nardo.
- Nardus et crocus, fistula et cinnamomum, cum universis lignis Libani ; myrrha et aloë, cum omnibus primis unguentis.
- Fons hortorum, puteus aquarum viventium, quæ fluunt impetu de Libano.
- SPONSA. Surge, aquilo, et veni, auster : perfla hortum meum, et fluant aromata illius.
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| Song of Songs 4 Text (KJV)
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- Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast 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, which 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 comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
- Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
- Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
- Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to 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: look 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 hast 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 better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
- Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
- A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
- Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
- Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
- A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
- Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
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