The Bible in Its Traditions

Song of Solomon 4:1–7

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Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil; thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from mount Gilead.

How beautiful you are, my love, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are those of a dove, except for what is hidden within. Your hair is like flocks of goats, which ascend along the mountain of Gilead.

BEHOLD, you are beautiful, my beloved; behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves' eyes behind your veil; your hair is like a flock of goats, which come up from mount Gilead.

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Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes all shaped alike, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.

Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing; all of them bearing twins, and there is not a barren one among them.

Your teeth are like flocks of shorn sheep, which ascend from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren.

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Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely; thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.

Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your eloquence is sweetness. Like a piece of pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for what is hidden within.

Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely like the first flowers of the pomegranate.

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Thy neck is like the tower of David builded with turrets, whereon there hang a thousand shields, all the armour of the mighty men.

Your neck is like the tower of David, which was built with ramparts: a thousand shields are hanging from it, all the armor of the strong.

Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.

Your two breasts are like two young does, twins that pasture among the lilies.

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Until the day breathe, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

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Thou art all fair, my love; and there is no spot in thee.

You are totally beautiful, my love, and there is no blemish in you.