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9 Thou didst rob me of the heart, my sister, O bride; thou didst rob me of the heart with one of thine eyes, with one necklace of thy neck. 10 How beautiful were thy breasts, my sister, O bride! how good were thy breasts above wine, and the odor of thine ointments above all spices. 11 Thy lips will drop honey droppings, O bride: honey and milk under thy tongue, and the odor of thy garments as the odor of Lebanon. 12 A garden shut up, my sister, O bride; a reservoir shut up, a fountain sealed. 13 Thy sendings forth a park of pomegranates, with most precious fruits, cypresses with spikenards, 14 Spikenard and saffron; the reed and cinnamon, with all the woods of Lebanon; myrrh and aloes, with all the heads of spices. 15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters and flowings from Lebanon. 16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south, blow upon my garden; its spices shall flow out. My beloved shall come to his garden, and he shall eat his most precious fruits. Song of Solomon 4:9-16, Smith's Literal Translation. Public domain.
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