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King James Bible |
Youngs Literal Translation
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| 4:1 |
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. |
Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, lo, thou `art' fair, Thine eyes `are' doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead, |
| 4:2 |
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 teeth as a row of the shorn ones That have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them. |
| 4:3 |
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. |
As a thread of scarlet `are' thy lips, And thy speech `is' comely, As the work of the pomegranate `is' thy temple behind thy veil, |
| 4:4 |
Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men. |
As the tower of David `is' thy neck, built for an armoury, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty. |
| 4:5 |
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies. |
Thy two breasts `are' as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies. |
| 4:6 |
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. |
Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense. |
| 4:7 |
Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee. |
Thou `art' all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse, |
| 4:8 |
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. |
Come from Lebanon, come thou in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of leopards. |
| 4:9 |
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. |
Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck. |
| 4:10 |
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! |
How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices. |
| 4:11 |
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. |
Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk `are' under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments `Is' as the fragrance of Lebanon. |
| 4:12 |
A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. |
A garden shut up `is' my sister-spouse, A spring shut up -- a fountain sealed. |
| 4:13 |
Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard, |
Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits, |
| 4:14 |
Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices: |
Cypresses with nard -- nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices. |
| 4:15 |
A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon. |
A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon! |
| 4:16 |
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. |
Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits! |
