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