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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 | 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. |
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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. |
| 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. |
