Chapter 6
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Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among men? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek her with you? Beloved
002
My beloved has gone down to her garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
003
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. She browses among the lilies,
004
You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
005
Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.
006
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing; of which every one has twins; none is bereaved among them.
007
Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
008
There are sixty kings, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.
009
My dove, my perfect one, is unique. He is his father's only son. He is the favorite one of him who bore him. The sons saw him, and called him blessed; the kings and the concubines, and they praised him.
010
Who is he who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
011
I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
012
Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people's chariots. Friends
013
Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?