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| 6:1 | Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee? |
| 6:2 | My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies. |
| 6:3 | I `am' my beloved's, and my beloved `is' mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies. |
| 6:4 | Fair `art' thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts. |
| 6:5 | Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair `is' as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead, |
| 6:6 | Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them. |
| 6:7 | As the work of the pomegranate `is' thy temple behind thy veil. |
| 6:8 | Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number. |
| 6:9 | One is my dove, my perfect one, One she `is' of her mother, The choice one she `is' of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her. |
| 6:10 | `Who `is' this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon -- clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?' |
| 6:11 | Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed -- |
| 6:12 | I knew not my soul, It made me -- chariots of my people Nadib. |
| 6:13 | Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith? |
| 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. |
| 6:2 | My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. |
| 6:3 | I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies. |
| 6:4 | Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. |
| 6:5 | Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead. |
| 6:6 | 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. |
| 6:7 | As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks. |
| 6:8 | There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number. |
| 6:9 | 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. |
| 6:10 | Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners? |
| 6:11 | 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. |
| 6:12 | Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib. |
| 6:13 | 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. |
| 6:1 | Where has your Beloved gone, most beautiful among women? Where has your Beloved turned? For we seek Him along with you. |
| 6:2 | My Beloved has gone down to His garden, to the terraces of spices, to feed in the gardens and to gather lilies. |
| 6:3 | I am my Beloved's, and my Beloved is mine. He feeds among the lilies. |
| 6:4 | O My love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as bannered armies. |
| 6:5 | Turn away your eyes from Me, because they have overcome Me. Your hair is like a flock of goats that lie down from Gilead. |
| 6:6 | Your teeth are like a flock of ewes which come up from the washing place, of which they all are bearing twins, and barrenness is not among them. |
| 6:7 | Your temples behind your veil are like a piece of pomegranate. |
| 6:8 | Sixty of them are queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number. |
| 6:9 | But My dove, My perfect one is one alone . She is the only one to her mother; she is the choice of the one who bore her. The daughters saw her and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her. |
| 6:10 | Who is she who looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, awesome as bannered armies ? |
| 6:11 | I went down to the garden of nut trees, to see the greenery of the ravine, to see whether the vine flowered and the pomegranates budded. |
| 6:12 | I did not know, but my soul set me on the chariots of My princely people. |
| 6:13 | Return, return, O Shulamite! Return, return, that we may gaze upon you. What will you see in the Shulamite? As it were the dance of two army camps. |
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