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My darling, your are lovely, so very lovely--as you look through your veil, your eyes are those of a dove. Your hair tosses about as gracefully as goats coming down from Gilead. Your teeth are whiter than sheep freshly washed; they match perfectly, not one is missing. Your lips are crimson cords, your mouth is shapely; behind your veil are hidden beautiful rosy cheeks. Your neck is more graceful than the tower of David, decorated with thousands of warriors shields. Your breasts are perfect; they are twin deer feeding amoung lilies. I will hasten to those hills sprinkled with sweet perfume and stay there till sunrise. My darling, you are lovely in every way. My bride, together we will leave Lebanon! We will say good-by to the peaks of Mount Amana, Senir, and Hermon, where lions and leopards live in the caves. My bride, my very own, you have stolen my heart! With one glance from your eyes and the glow of your necklace, you have stolen my heart. Your love is sweeter than wine; the smell of your perfume is more fragrant than spices. Your lips are a honeycomb; milk and honey flow from your tongue. Your dress has the aroma of cedar trees from Lebanon. My bride, my very own, you are a garden, a fountain closed off to all others. Your arms are vines, covered with delicious fruits and all sorts of spices--henna, nard, saffron, calamus, cinnamon, frankincense, myrrh, and aloes--all the finest spices. Your are a spring in the garden, a fountain of pure water, and a refreshing stream from Mount Lebanon. Let the north wind blow, the south wind too! Let them spread the aroma of my garden, so the one I love may enter and taste its delicious fruits. SONG OF SOLOMON 4:1-16