Song of Songs 6

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• 1. Where has your lover gone, most beautiful of women? Which way did your lover turn, that we may look for him with you?
• 2. My lover has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies.
• 3. I am my lover's and my lover is mine; he browses among the lilies.
• 4. You are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, majestic as troops with banners.
• 5. Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
• 6. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is alone.
• 7. Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.
• 8. Sixty queens there may be, and eighty concubines, and virgins beyond number;
• 9. but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the only daughter of her mother, the favorite of the one who bore her. The maidens saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines praised her.
• 10. Who is this that appears like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, majestic as the stars in procession?
• 11. I went down to the grove of nut trees to look at the new growth in the valley, to see if the vines had budded or the pomegranates were in bloom.
• 12. Before I realized it, my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people.
• 13. Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, that we may gaze on you! Why would you gaze on the Shulammite as on the dance of Mahanaim?

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