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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?' |
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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, that 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 trail down from Gilead. |
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| [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. |
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| [7]Thy temples are like pomegranate split open behind thy veil. |
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| [8]There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and maidens 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 bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her happy; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. |
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| [10]Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, terrible as an army with banners? |
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| [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. |
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| [12]Before I was aware, my soul set me upon the chariots of my princely people. |
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