Catholic Public Domain Version
"You are totally beautiful, my love, and there is no blemish in you."
— Song Of Solomon 4:7, Catholic Public Domain Version
“Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.”
“ Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee. ”
“You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.”
“You are altogether beautiful, my darling! There is no blemish in you!”
“Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee.”
“You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.”
“Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.”
Your neck is like the tower of David, which was built with ramparts: a thousand shields are hanging from it, all the armor of the strong.
Your two breasts are like two young does, twins that pasture among the lilies.
Until the day rises and the shadows decline, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
You are totally beautiful, my love, and there is no blemish in you.
Advance from Lebanon, my spouse, advance from Lebanon, advance. You shall be crowned at the head of Amana, near the summit of Senir and Hermon, by the dens of lions, by the mountains of leopards.
You have wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse. You have wounded my heart with one look of your eyes, and with one lock of hair on your neck.
How beautiful are your breasts, my sister, my spouse! Your breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the fragrance of your ointments is above all aromatic oils.