Song of songs

Song of songs, Chapter 6

My Beloved has gone down to His garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.

I [am] my Beloved's, and my Beloved [is] mine; He feeds among the lilies.

O my love, you [are] as beautiful as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as inspiring as an army with banners.

Turn away your eyes from Me, for they have overcome Me; your hair [is] like a flock of goats that appears from Gilead.

Your teeth [are] like a flock of ewes which go up from the washing; they all [are] bearing twins, and a barren one [is] not among them.

Your temples behind your veil [are] like a piece of pomegranate.

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There [are] sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

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But My dove, My undefiled is one [alone]. She [is] the [only] one of her mother. She [is] the choice of her who bore her. The daughters saw [her] and blessed her; the queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.

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Who [is] she who looks forth like the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, awesome [armies] with banners?

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I went down into the garden of nuts to see the greenery of the valley, to see whether the vine flowered [and] the pomegranates budded.

I did not know, [but] my soul set me [on] the chariots of my princely people.

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Return, return, O Shulamite! Return, return, that we may look on you. What will you see in the Shulamite? As it were the dance of two camps.

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