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This is my beloved, and this is my friend,

O daughters of Jerusalem.'

 

6 'Whither is thy beloved gone,

O thou fairest among women?

Whither hath thy beloved turned him,

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.

³I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine,

That feedeth among the lilies.'

 

⁴Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah,

Comely as Jerusalem,

Terrible as an army with banners.

⁵Turn away thine eyes from me,

For they have overcome me.

Thy hair is as a flock of goats,

That trail down from Gilead.

⁶Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes,

Which are come up from the washing;

Whereof all are paired,

And none faileth among them.

⁷Thy temples are like a pomegranate split open

Behind thy veil.

⁸There are threescore queens,

And fourscore concubines,

And maidens without number.

⁹My dove, my undefiled, is but one;

She is the only one of her mother;

She is the choice one of her that bore her.

The daughters saw her, and called her happy;

Yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

¹⁰Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn,

Fair as the moon,

Clear as the sun,

Terrible as an army with banners?

¹¹I went down into the garden of nuts,

To look at the green plants of the valley,

To see whether the vine budded,

And the pomegranates were in flower.

¹²Before I was aware, my soul set me

Upon the chariots of my princely people.

 

7 Return, return, O Shulammite;

Return, return, that we may look upon thee.

 

What will ye see in the Shulammite?

As it were a dance of two companies.

 

²How beautiful are thy steps in sandals,

O prince's daughter!

The roundings of thy thighs are like the links of a chain,

The work of the hands of a skilled workman.

³Thy navel is like a round goblet,

Wherein no mingled wine is wanting;

Thy belly is like a heap of wheat

Set about with lilies.

⁴Thy two breasts are like two fawns

That are twins of a gazelle.

⁵Thy neck is as a tower of ivory;

Thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon,

By the gate of Bath-rabbim;

Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon

Which looketh toward Damascus.

⁶Thy head upon thee is like Carmel,

And the hair of thy head like purple;

The king is held captive in the tresses thereof.

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