| Chapter 6 |
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Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? Beloved |
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My beloved has gone down to 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 browses among the lilies, |
4 |
You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem, Awesome as an army with banners. |
5 |
Turn away your eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead. |
6 |
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which have come up from the washing; Of which every one has twins; None is bereaved among them. |
7 |
Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil. |
8 |
There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, And virgins without number. |
9 |
My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother`s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed, The queens and the concubines, and they praised her. |
10 |
Who is she who looks forth as the morning, Beautiful as the moon, Clear as the sun, Awesome as an army with banners? |
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I went down into the nut tree grove, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, And the pomegranates were in flower. |
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Without realizing it, My desire set me with my royal people`s chariots. Friends |
13 |
Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, As at the dance of Mahanaim? |