| 章 |
| 6:1 |
Where has your lover gone, most beautiful of women? Which way did your lover turn, that we may look for him with you?
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| 6:2 |
My lover has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies.
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| 6:3 |
I am my lover's and my lover is mine; he browses among the lilies.
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| 6:4 |
You are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, majestic as troops with banners.
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| 6:5 |
Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
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| 6:6 |
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is alone.
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| 6:7 |
Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.
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| 6:8 |
Sixty queens there may be, and eighty concubines, and virgins beyond number;
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| 6:9 |
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.
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| 6:10 |
Who is this that appears like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, majestic as the stars in procession?
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| 6:11 |
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.
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| 6:12 |
Before I realized it, my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people.
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| 6:13 |
Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, that we may gaze on you!
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