| Chapter 6
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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. |
2 | My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the
beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. |
3 | I am my beloved's, and my
beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies. |
4 | Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely
as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. |
5 | Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have
overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead. |
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. |
7 | As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples
within thy locks. |
8 |
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without
number. |
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. |
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? |
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. |
12 | Or ever I was aware, my soul made
me like the chariots of Amminadib. |
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. |
