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¹ 'Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, 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, that 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 trail down from Gilead.⁶ Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.⁷ Thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.⁸ There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and maidens 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 bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her happy; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. ¹⁰ Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, terrible as an army with banners?

¹¹ I went down into the garden of nuts, to look at the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.¹² Before I was aware, my soul set me upon the chariots of my princely people.span data-lang="eng" data-trans="jps" data-ref="sol.6.1" class="versetxt">¹ 'Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, 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, that 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 trail down from Gilead.⁶ Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.⁷ Thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.⁸ There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and maidens 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 bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her happy; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. ¹⁰ Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, terrible as an army with banners?

¹¹ I went down into the garden of nuts, to look at the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.¹² Before I was aware, my soul set me upon the chariots of my princely people.