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CHAPTER IIII.
BEhold, thou art faire, my love, be∣hold thou art faire; thine eyes (are [unspec 1] as) doves, within thy lockes: thy haire, is as a flocke of goats; that appeare, from mount Gilead. Thy teeth, are [unspec 2] like a flocke (of sheepe) even (shorne) which come-up from the washing: which all of them beare-twinnes, and none among them is bereaved-of-the-yong. Thy lips, are like a threed of [unspec 3] scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples, are like a peece of a pomegra∣nate, within thy locks. Thy necke, is [unspec 4] like the tower of David, builded for an armorie: a thousand bucklers hang thereon; all, shields of mighty men. Thy two breasts, are like two fawnes, twinnes of the Roe; which feed among [unspec 5] the Lillies. Vntill the day dawne, and [unspec 6] the shadowes flee-away; I will get me to the mountaine of myrrh, and to the hill of Frankincense. Thou art all [unspec 7] faire, my love; and there is no blemish in thee. Come with mee from Leba∣non, [unspec 8] my Spouse, with mee from Leba∣non: looke from the top of Amanah, from the top of Shenir, and Hermon; from the Dennes of the Lions, from the mountaines of the Leopards. Thou hast ravished-my-heart, my sister [unspec 9] my Spouse: thou hast ravished-my∣heart, with one of thine eyes, with one chaine of thy necke. How faire are thy [unspec 10] loved, my sister, my spouse? how much better are thy loves then wine, and the savour of thine ointments, then all spices. Thy lippes, drop the hony∣comb, [unspec 11] ô spouse: honey and milke, are under thy tongue; and the savour of thy garments, is as the savour of Leba∣non. A garden locked, my sister my spouse: a spring locked, a fountaine [unspec 12] sealed. Thy plants, are an o••tyard of Pomegranats; with fruit of precious∣things: [unspec 13] Cypres, with Spikenard. Spikenard, and Saffran, Calamus and Cinamon; with all trees of Frankin∣cense: [unspec 14] Myrrh and Aoes, with all the chiefe spices.
Fountaine of gardens, well of living waters: and streaming from Lebanon. [unspec 15] Stirre-up thou North-winde, and come [unspec 16] thou South, blow upon my garden, that the spices therof may flow-out: let my beloved come into his garden, and eate the fruit of his precious things.