Song. > Chapter 4 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 1BEHOLD, 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.2Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.3Thy lips are...