[1]My well-beloved is gone down into his garden to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
[2]I am my well-beloved's, and my well-beloved is mine, who feedeth among the lilies.
[3]Thou art beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
[4]Turn away thine eyes from me: for they overcome me: thine hair is like a flock of goats, which look down from Gilead.
[5]Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep, which go up from the washing, which every one bring out twins, and none is barren among them.
[6]Thy temples are within thy locks as a piece of a pomegranate.
[7]There are threescore queens and fourscore concubines and of the damsels without number.
[8]But my dove is alone, and my undefiled, she is the only daughter of her mother, and she is dear to her that bear her: the daughters have seen her and counted her blessed: even the queens and the concubines, and they have praised her.
[9]Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, pure as the sun, terrible as an army with banners!
[10]I went down to the garden of nuts, to see the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine budded, and if the pomegranates flourished.
[11]I knew nothing, my soul set me as the chariots of my noble people.
[12]Return, return, O Shulamite, return: return that we may behold thee. What shall you see in the Shulamite , but as the company of an army?
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