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Chapter 6 |
| 1 | Whither is thy
beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside?
that we may seek him with thee. |
| 2 | My beloved is 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 feedeth among
the lilies. |
| 4
| Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as
Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. |
|
5 | Turn away thine eyes from
me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from
Gilead. |
| 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. |
| 7 |
As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy
locks. |
| 8 |
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and
virgins without number. |
| 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. |
| 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? |
| 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; return, return, that we may
look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of
two armies. |
