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1 | Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women?
whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with
thee. |
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2 | My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of
spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. |
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3 | I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among
the lilies. |
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4 | Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem,
terrible as an army with banners. |
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5 | Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy
hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead. |
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6 | Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the
washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one
barren among them. |
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7 | As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks. |
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8 | There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and
virgins without number. |
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9 | My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her
mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The
daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the
concubines, and they praised her. |
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10 | Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the
moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners? |
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11 | I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the
valley, and to see whether the vine flourished and the
pomegranates budded. |
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12 | Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of
Amminadib. |
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13 | Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look
upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the
company of two armies. |
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