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| 6:1 | Whither is thy beloued gone? O thou fairest among women, whither is thy beloued turned aside? that we may seeke him with thee. |
| 6:2 | My beloued is gone downe into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feede in the gardens, and to gather lillies. |
| 6:3 | I am my beloueds, & my beloued is mine: he feedeth among the lillies. |
| 6:4 | Thou art beautifull, O my loue, as Tirzah, comely as Ierusalem, terrible as an armie with banners. |
| 6:5 | Turne away thine eyes from me, for they haue ouercome me: thy haire is a flocke of goates, that appeare from Gilead. |
| 6:6 | Thy teeth are as a flocke of sheepe which goe vp from the washing, wherof euery one beareth twinnes, and there is not one barren among them. |
| 6:7 | As a piece of a pomegranat are thy temples within thy lockes. |
| 6:8 | There are threescore Queenes, and fourescore concubines, and virgins without number. |
| 6:9 | My doue, my vndefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her: The daughters sawe her, and blessed her; yea the Queenes and the concubins, and they praysed her. |
| 6:10 | Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, faire as the moone, cleare as the sunne, and terrible as an armie with banners? |
| 6:11 | I went downe into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranats budded. |
| 6:12 | Or euer I was aware, my soule made me like the chariots of Amminadib. |
| 6:13 | Returne, returne, O Shulamite; returne, returne, that we may looke vpon thee: what will yee see in the Shulamite? as it were the company of two armies. |
| 6:1 | My welbeloued is gone downe into his garden to the beds of spices, to feede in the gardens, and to gather lilies. |
| 6:2 | I am my welbeloueds, and my welbeloued is mine, who feedeth among the lilies. |
| 6:3 | Thou art beautifull, my loue, as Tirzah, comely as Ierusale, terrible as an army with baners. |
| 6:4 | Turne away thine eyes from me: for they ouercome mee: thine heare is like a flocke of goates, which looke downe from Gilead. |
| 6:5 | Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe, which goe vp from the washing, which euery one bring out twinnes, and none is barren among them. |
| 6:6 | Thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate. |
| 6:7 | There are threescore Queenes and fourescore concubines and of the damsels without nober. |
| 6:8 | But my doue is alone, and my vndefiled, she is the onely daughter of her mother, and shee is deare to her that bare her: the daughters haue seene her and counted her blessed: euen the Queenes and the concubines, and they haue praised her. |
| 6:9 | Who is shee that looketh foorth as the morning, fayre as the moone, pure as the sunne, terrible as an armie with banners! |
| 6:10 | I went downe to the garden of nuttes, to see the fruites of the valley, to see if the vine budded, and if the pomegranates flourished. |
| 6:11 | I knewe nothing, my soule set me as the charets of my noble people. |
| 6:12 | Returne, returne, O Shulamite, returne: returne that we may behold thee. What shall you see in the Shulamite, but as the company of an armie? |
| 6:13 | |
| 6:1 | Whither is thy loue gone then (O thou fayrest amonge wemen) whither is is thy loue departed? we will seke him with the: |
| 6:2 | My loue is gone downe into hys garden, vnto the swete smellyng beddes, that he may refresh hym self in the garden, and gather roses. |
| 6:3 | My loue is myne & I am his, which fedeth amonge the roses. |
| 6:4 | Thou art beautyfull, o my loue, as is the place of Thirza, thou art fayre as Ierusalem, fearfull as an armye of men, wt theyr banners. |
| 6:5 | Turne awaye thyne eyes fro me, for they haue set me on fyre. Thy hearrye lockes are lyke a flocke of goates shorne vpon the mount of Gilead. |
| 6:6 | Thy teth are lyke a flock of shorne shepe, which go out of the washyng place: where euery one beareth twyns, & not one vnfrutefull among them. |
| 6:7 | Thy chekes are lyke a pece of a pomgranate, With in thy volupers. |
| 6:8 | There are .lx. Quenes .lxxx. wyues, and dameselles without nombre. |
| 6:9 | One is my doue, one is my derlynge. She is the onely beloued of her mother, & deare vnto her that bare her. When the daughters sawe her, they sayde, she was blessed. Yee the Quenes and wyues praysed her. |
| 6:10 | What is she this, that loketh forth as the mornynge? fayre as the moone, cleare as the sunne, and fearful as an armye of men wt their baners. |
| 6:11 | I wente downe into the nutt garden, to se what grewe by the brokes, & to loke yf the vyneyarde florished, or yf the pomgranates were shot forth. |
| 6:12 | I knewe not that my soule had made me the charyote of the people that be vnder tribute. |
| 6:13 | Turne againe, turne agayne. O thou perfecte one turne ageyne, turne agayne, & we will loke vpon the. What wil ye se in the Sulamyte? She is lyke men of warre singynge in a companye. |
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