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Chapter 6
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Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women?
whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek
him with thee. |
2
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My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds
of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. |
3
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I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth
among the lilies. |
4
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Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as
Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. |
5
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Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome
me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from
Gilead. |
6
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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. |
7
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As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within
thy locks. |
8
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There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines,
and virgins without number. |
9
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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. |
10
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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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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. |
12
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Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots
of Amminadib. |
13
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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. |
