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Chapter 4

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

GLAVA 4

Lepa ti si, draga moja, lepa ti si, oči su ti kao u golubice između vitica tvojih; kosa ti je kao stado koza koje se vide na gori Galadu;
Zubi su ti kao stado ovaca jednakih, kad izlaze iz kupala, koje se sve blizne, a nijedne nema jalove.
Usne su ti kao konac skerleta, a govor ti je ljubak; kao kriška šipka jagodice su tvoje između vitica tvojih;
Vrat ti je kao kula Davidova sazidana za oružje, gde vise hiljadama štitovi i svakojako oružje junačko;
Dve su ti dojke kao dva laneta blizanca, koji pasu među ljiljanima.
Dok dan zahladi i senke otidu, ići ću ka gori smirnovoj i ka humu tamjanovom.
Sva si lepa draga moja, i nema nedostataka na tebi.
Hodi sa mnom s Livana, nevesto, hodi sa mnom s Livana, da gledaš s vrha amanskog, s vrha senirskog i ermonskog, iz pećina lavovskih, s gora risovskih.
Otela si mi srce, sestro moja nevesto, otela si mi srce jednim okom svojim i jednim lančićem s grla svog.
Lepa li je ljubav tvoja, sestro moja nevesto, bolja je od vina ljubav tvoja, i miris ulja tvojih od svih mirisnih stvari.
S usana tvojih kaplje saće, nevesto, pod jezikom ti je med i mleko, i miris je haljina tvojih kao miris livanski.
Ti si kao vrt zatvoren, sestro moja nevesto, izvor zatvoren, studenac zapečaćen.
Bilje je tvoje voćnjak od šipaka s voćem krasnim, od kipra i narda.
Od narda i šafrana, od iđirota i cimeta sa svakojakim drvljem za kad, od smirne i aloja i sa svakim prekrasnim mirisima.
Izvore vrtovima, studenče vode žive i koja teče s Livana!
Ustani severe, i hodi juže, i duni po vrtu mom da kaplju mirisi njegovi; neka dođe dragi moj u vrt svoj, i jede krasno voće svoje