Song of Solomon 6

Where has thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? where didst thy beloved separate himself? that we may seek him with thee. My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather the lilies. I [am] my beloved's, and my beloved [is] mine; he feeds among the lilies. Thou [art] beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as desirable as Jerusalem, imposing as the standard-bearer [of the army]. Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me; thy hair [is] as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead. Thy teeth [are] as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, of which every one bears twins, and [there is] not one barren among them. As slices of pomegranate [are] thy temples within thy locks. There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number. My dove is [but] one, my perfect [one]; she [is] the [only] one of her mother, she [is] the choice [one] of her that brought her into the light. The virgins saw her and called her blessed; [yea], the queens and the concubines and they praised her. 10 Who [is] she [that] shows herself forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, [and] imposing as the standard-bearer [of the army]? 11 I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, [and] to see whether the vines flourished, [and] the pomegranates budded. 12 Or ever I was aware, my soul made me return [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? [She shall be] as a multitude of tabernacles.:
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