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| [1]My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies. |
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| [2]I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds among the lilies. |
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| [3]Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as armies set in array. |
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| [4]Turn away thine eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: thy hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad. |
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| [5]Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren among them: thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely. |
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| [6]Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, being seen without thy veil. |
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| [7]There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number. |
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| [8]My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yea, and the concubines, and they will praise her. |
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| [9]Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as armies set in array? |
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| [10]I went down to the garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine flowered, if the pomegranates blossomed. |
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| [11]There I will give thee my breasts: my soul knew it not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab. |
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| [12]Return, return, O Sunamite; return, return, and we will look at thee. What will ye see in the Sunamite? She comes as bands of armies. |
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