4. Love Song
His head is as the most fine gold,
his locks are bush, and black as raven.
His eyes are as the eyes of doves,
by the rivers of waters, washed with milk and fitly set.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices as sweet as flowers.
His lives are like lilies dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
His hands are as gold rings set with beryl.
His belly is bright ivory overlaid with sapphires
His legs are as pillars of marble,
set upon sockets of fine gold
His countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His mouth is most sweet; yea his is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved and this is my friend.
Song of Songs
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