The Mutual Delight of the Bride and Bridegroom |
1 | Whither is thy beloved gone,
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O thou fairest among women? |
Whither is thy beloved turned aside? |
that we may seek him with thee. |
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2 | My beloved is gone down into his garden,
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to the beds of spices, |
to feed in the gardens, |
and to gather lilies. |
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3 | I am my beloved's,
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and my beloved is mine: |
he feedeth among the lilies. |
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4 | Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah,
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comely as Jerusalem, |
terrible as an army with banners. |
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5 | Turn away thine eyes from me,
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for they have overcome me: |
thy hair is as a flock of goats |
that appear from Gil'e-ad: |
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6 | thy teeth are as a flock of sheep
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which go up from the washing, |
whereof every one beareth twins, |
and there is not one barren among them. |
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7 | As a piece of a pomegranate
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are thy temples within thy locks. |
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8 | There are threescore queens,
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and fourscore concubines, |
and virgins without number. |
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9 | My dove, my undefiled is but one;
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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. |
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10 | Who is she that looketh forth as the morning,
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fair as the moon, clear as the sun, |
and terrible as an army with banners? |
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11 | I went down into the garden of nuts
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to see the fruits of the valley, |
and to see whether the vine flourished, |
and the pomegranates budded. |
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12 | Or ever I was aware,
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my soul made me like the chariots of Ammin'adib. |
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13 | Return, return, O Shu'lamite;
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return, return, that we may look upon thee. |
What will ye see in the Shu'lamite? |
As it were the company of two armies. |
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