Song of Songs 4:1-8

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4 How beautiful you are, my love,
    how very beautiful!
Your eyes are doves
    behind your veil.
Your hair is like a flock of goats,
    moving down the slopes of Gilead.^(A)
2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes
    that have come up from the washing,
all of which bear twins,
    and not one among them is bereaved.^(B)
3 Your lips are like a crimson thread,
    and your mouth is lovely.
Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
    behind your veil.^(C)
4 Your neck is like the tower of David,
    built in courses;
on it hang a thousand bucklers,
    all of them shields of warriors.^(D)
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
    twins of a gazelle,
    that feed among the lilies.^(E)
6 Until the day breathes
    and the shadows flee,
I will hasten to the mountain of myrrh
    and the hill of frankincense.^(F)
7 You are altogether beautiful, my love;
    there is no flaw in you.^(G)
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride;
    come with me from Lebanon.
Depart^[a] from the peak of Amana,
    from the peak of Senir and Hermon,
from the dens of lions,
    from the mountains of leopards.^(H)