Song of Songs
6
- Where has your lover gone, most beautiful
of women? Which way did your lover turn, that we may look for him with you
?
- My lover has gone down to his garden, to
the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies.
- I am my lover's and my lover is mine; he
browses among the lilies.
- You are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah,
lovely as Jerusalem, majestic as troops with banners.
- Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me.
Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
- Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming
up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is alone.
- Your temples behind your veil are like the
halves of a pomegranate.
- Sixty queens there may be, and eighty concubines,
and virgins beyond number;
- 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.
- Who is this that appears like the dawn,
fair as the moon, bright as the sun, majestic as the stars in procession ?
- 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.
- Before I realized it, my desire set me among
the royal chariots of my people.
- 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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