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Jehovah’s Witnesses


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Song of Solomon 4:1-16

4*  Ah, you are beautiful, sweetheart, ah, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats that overflow a Gilead mountain. 2  Your teeth are like the flock for clipping as they come up from the washing, Flock where they all have twins and not one has lost a lamb. 3*  Your lips are like scarlet thread and your mouth is lovely. Your temple is like a segment of pomegranate behind your veil. 4*  Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, With the thousand shields hung on it, all the bucklers of the champions. 5  Your two breasts are like two fawns, a gazelle’s twins That pasture among the lilies 6  till the day grows breezy and the shadows take flight. I wend my way to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense. 7  You are beautiful all of you, sweetheart, and there is nothing wrong about you. 8*  With me from Lebanon, bride, with me from Lebanon you shall come, You shall look off from the top of Amana, from the tops of Shenir and Hermon, From lions’ haunts, from leopards’ mountains. 9**  You have driven me out of my senses, my sister, bride; you have driven me out of my senses with one of your eyes, with one bead of your necklace. 10  How pretty is your love, my sister, bride! how much better than wine is your love, and the scent of your oils than all spices! 11  Your lips drip purest honey, bride; you have honey and milk under your tongue, and the scent of your clothes is like that of Lebanon. 12*  A locked garden is my sister, bride, a locked garden, a sealed water-spring. 13*  Your sprays are an orchard of pomegranates and priceless fruits, plants of henna and nard, 14  Nard and saffron, sweet flag and cinnamon, with all frankincense-bearing trees, Myrrh and eaglewood with all rarest spices. 15*  —The spring in my garden is a well of living water and a flow from Lebanon. 16  Wake, north wind, and come, south, blow through my garden, let its spices flow. Let my truelove come into his garden and eat its priceless fruits.


4:1 Conj. like doves
4:3 Lit. your speaker is lovely
4:4 (armory) Unc.
4:8 Unc., susp.
4:9 Unc.
4:9 Conj. one flash (or other such word) of your eyes
4:12 Conj. are you, my
4:13 Conj. that the last line does not belong here
4:15 Codd. (beginning verse) A garden spring, a well of