1 The praises of the Church. 7 She is without blemish in his sight. 9 The love of Christ towards her.

Behold, thou art [a]fair, my love: behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are like the doves: among thy locks (A)thine hair is like the [b]flock of goats, which look down from the mountain of Gilead.

Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep in good order, which go up from the washing: which every one brings out twins, and none is barren among them.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 4:1 Because Christ delighteth in his Church, he commendeth all that is in her.
  2. Song of Solomon 4:1 He hath respect to the multitude of the faithful, which are many in number.

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How beautiful you are, my darling!
    Oh, how beautiful!
    Your eyes behind your veil(A) are doves.(B)
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    descending from the hills of Gilead.(C)
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn,
    coming up from the washing.
Each has its twin;
    not one of them is alone.(D)

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