• Song of Solomon 4:3

    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.

  • Song of Solomon 4:4

    Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

  • Song of Solomon 4:5

    Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

  • Song of Solomon 4:6

    Until the day break,a and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

  • Song of Solomon 4:7

    Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

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