SongOfSongs chapter 4
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Oh, how beautiful you are, my darling. Oh, how beautiful your eyes. Behind the veil are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from the hills of Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn, coming up from the washing each as its twin. Not one of them is alone. Your lips like a scarlet ribbon. Your mouth is lovely, your temples behind your veil. Or like the has of a pomegranate. Your neck is like the Tower of David, built with courses of stone on and hang 1000 shields, all of them shields of warriors. Your breasts are like two phones, like twin phones of a gazelle that browse among the lilies until the day breaks and the shadows flee. I will go to the mountain of murder into the hill of incense. You are altogether beautiful, my darling. There is no flaw in you. Come with me from Lebanon, My bride, Come with me from Lebanon. Descend from the crest of a mana from the top of sin near the summit of Herman From the lion's dens and the mountain homes off leopards. You have stolen my heart. My sister, my bride. You have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes with one jewel of your necklace. How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride? How much more pleasing is your love than wine and the fragrance of your perfume? More than any spice your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride, My milk and honey are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. You are a garden locked up my sister, my bride. You are a spring enclosed, a sin, a sealed fountain, your plants Ahron orchid of pomegranates with choice fruits with henna and nard nard and saffron, Calamos and cinnamon with every kind of instance tree with murder and al owes and all the finest spices you were a garden fountain, a well of flowing water streaming down from Lebanon. Awake north wind and come south wind blow on my garden that its fragrance may spread everywhere. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice. Fruits