7Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee.
7Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee.
4 Thy neck, is as the tower of David, which is built with bulwarks: a thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the armour of valiant men.
5 Thy two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
6 Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee.
8 Come from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come: thou shalt be crowned from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
9 Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair 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, 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; 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.