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1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
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2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
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3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
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4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
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5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
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6 Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.
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7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
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8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
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9 My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
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10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
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11 I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.
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12 Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
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13 Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.
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- 1 “Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, That we may seek him with you?”
- 2 “My beloved has gone down to his garden, To the beds of balsam, To pasture his flock in the gardens And gather lilies.
- 3 “I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine, He who pastures his flock among the lilies.”
- 4 “You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, As lovely as Jerusalem, As awesome as an army with banners.
- 5 “Turn your eyes away from me, For they have confused me; Your hair is like a flock of goats That have descended from Gilead.
- 6 “Your teeth are like a flock of ewes Which have come up from their washing, All of which bear twins, And not one among them has lost her young.
- 7 “Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate Behind your veil.
- 8 “There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, And maidens without number;
- 9 But my dove, my perfect one, is unique: She is her mother's only daughter; She is the pure child of the one who bore her. The maidens saw her and called her blessed, The queens and the concubines also, and they praised her, saying,
- 10 'Who is this that grows like the dawn, As beautiful as the full moon, As pure as the sun, As awesome as an army with banners?'
- 11 “I went down to the orchard of nut trees To see the blossoms of the valley, To see whether the vine had budded Or the pomegranates had bloomed.
- 12 “Before I was aware, my soul set me Over the chariots of my noble people.”
- 13 “Come back, come back, O Shulammite; Come back, come back, that we may gaze at you!” “Why should you gaze at the Shulammite, As at the dance of the two companies?
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