|Songs 6 |
1 Where has your beloved gone, O you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned aside that we may seek him with you?
2 My beloved has gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; he feeds among the lilies.
4 You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me; your hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn that came up from the washing in pairs, and none is missing among them.
7 Your cheeks are like halves of pomegranates within your locks behind your veil.
8 There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.
9 My dove, my undefiled is only one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yes, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10 Who is she that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
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.
12 Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
13 Return, return, O Shulamite [O perfect one]; return, return, that we may look upon you. What will you see in the Shulamite? Like the dance in two lines.
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