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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?
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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.
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(6-2) I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.
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(6-3) Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem terrible as an army set in array.
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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.