Whither is
thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women?
whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may
seek him with thee.
02 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to
the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and
to gather lilies.
03 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he
feedeth among the lilies.
04 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah,
comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with
banners.
05 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have
overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that
appear from Gilead.
06 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.
07 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples
within thy locks.
08 There are threescore queens, and fourscore
concubines, and virgins without number.
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09 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.
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