7Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.
7Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, All the shields of the mighty men.
5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.
6 Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.
7 Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, With me from Lebanon: Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions dens, From the mountains of the leopards.
9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
4:7Thou [art] all fair, my love; [there is] no spot in thee.
4:7All beautiful you are, my darling; there is no flaw in you.
4:7Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee.
4:7Thou art all fair, my love; and there is no spot in thee.
4:7Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.
4:7Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
4:7You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
4:7Thou art all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,
4:7You are all fair, my love; there is no spot in you.