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1 Where has your beloved gone, most beautiful of women? Which way did your beloved turn, that we may look for him with you?
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(5-17) Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou most beautiful among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside, and we will seek him with thee?
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies.
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(6-1) My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of aromatical 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.
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(6-2) I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.
4 You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
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(6-3) Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem terrible as an army set in array.
5 Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
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(6-4) Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is missing.
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(6-5) Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.
7 Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.
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(6-6) Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.
8 Sixty queens there may be, and eighty concubines, and virgins beyond number;
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(6-7) There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.
9 but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the only daughter of her mother, the favorite of the one who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines praised her.
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(6-8) One is my dove, my perfect one is but one, she is the only one of her mother, the chosen of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and declared her most blessed: the queens and concubines, and they praised her.
10 Who is this that appears like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, majestic as the stars in procession?
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(6-9) Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?
11 I went down to the grove of nut trees to look at the new growth in the valley, to see if the vines had budded or the pomegranates were in bloom.
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(6-10) I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the fruits of the valleys, and to look if the vineyard had flourished, and the pomegranates budded.
12 Before I realized it, my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people.
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(6-11) I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.
13 Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, that we may gaze on you! Why would you gaze on the Shulammite as on the dance of Mahanaim?
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(6-12) Return, return, O Sulamitess: return, return that we may behold thee.
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