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Song of Solomon 4:1 - King James Version with Apocrypha - American Edition

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gil´e-ad.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair; Thou hast doves' eyes Within thy locks: Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That appear from mount Gilead.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

HOW FAIR you are, my love [he said], how very fair! Your eyes behind your veil [remind me] of those of a dove; your hair [makes me think of the black, wavy fleece] of a flock of [the Arabian] goats which one sees trailing down Mount Gilead [beyond the Jordan on the frontiers of the desert].

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American Standard Version (1901)

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead.

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Common English Bible

Look at you—so beautiful, my dearest! Look at you—so beautiful! Your eyes are doves behind the veil of your hair! Your hair is like a flock of goats as they stream down Mount Gilead.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Groom to Bride: How beautiful you are, my love, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are those of a dove, except for what is hidden within. Your hair is like flocks of goats, which ascend along the mountain of Gilead.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

How beautiful art thou, my love, how beautiful art thou! thy eyes are doves' eyes, besides what is hid within. Thy hair is as flocks of goats, which Come up from mount Galaad.

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Song of Solomon 4:1
17 Tagairtí Cros  

so shall the King greatly desire thy beauty: for he is thy Lord; and worship thou him.


Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.


My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.


O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.


Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gil´e-ad:


As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.


Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the King is held in the galleries.


For thus saith the Lord unto the king's house of Judah; Thou art Gil´e-ad unto me, and the head of Lebanon: yet surely I will make thee a wilderness, and cities which are not inhabited.


And thy renown went forth among the heathen for thy beauty: for it was perfect through my comeliness, which I had put upon thee, saith the Lord God.


Feed thy people with thy rod, the flock of thine heritage, which dwell solitarily in the wood, in the midst of Carmel: let them feed in Bashan and Gil´e-ad, as in the days of old.


Now the children of Reuben and the children of Gad had a very great multitude of cattle: and when they saw the land of Jazer, and the land of Gil´e-ad, that, behold, the place was a place for cattle;


And Moses gave Gil´e-ad unto Machir the son of Manas´seh; and he dwelt therein.


Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.


But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord.