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To where has your beloved gone, || O beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned, || And we seek him with you?
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My beloved went down to his garden, || To the beds of the spice, || To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
More beautiful than all are you!
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I [am] my beloved’s, and my beloved [is] mine, || Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
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You [are] beautiful, my friend, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, || Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
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Turn around your eyes from before me, || Because they have made me proud. Your hair [is] as a row of the goats, || That have shone from Gilead,
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Your teeth as a row of the lambs, || That have come up from the washing, || Because all of them are forming twins, || And a bereaved one is not among them.
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As the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil.
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Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, || And virgins without number.
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One is my dove, my perfect one, || She [is] one of her mother, || She [is] the choice one of her that bore her, || Daughters saw, and pronounce her blessed, || Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
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“Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, || Beautiful as the moon—clear as the sun, || Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?”
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To a garden of nuts I went down, || To look on the buds of the valley, || To see to where the vine had flourished, || The pomegranates had blossomed—
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I did not know my soul, || It made me—chariots of my people Nadib.
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Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look on you. What do you see in Shulammith?
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