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Tuesday, May 7th, 2024
the Sixth Week after Easter
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Song of Solomon 4

1 Look, you are fair, my love; look, you are fair; Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead.2 Your teeth are like a flock [of ewes] that are [newly] shorn, Which have come up from the washing, Whereof every one has twins, And none is bereaved among them.3 Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, And your mouth is comely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind your veil.4 Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, All the shields of the mighty men.5 Your two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get myself to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.7 You are all fair, my love; And there is no spot in you.

8 Come with me from Lebanon, [my] bride, With me from Lebanon: Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards.9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, [my] bride; You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, With one chain of your neck.10 How fair is your love, my sister, [my] bride! How much better is your love than wine! And the fragrance of your oils than all manner of spices!11 Your lips, O [my] bride, drop [as] the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under your tongue; And the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.12 A garden shut up is my sister, [my] bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants,14 Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.

15 [You are] a fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And flowing streams from Lebanon.16 Awake, O north wind; and come, you south; Blow on my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his precious fruits.

 
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