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# Chapter 6
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1 Where has your lover gone,
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O woman of rare beauty?
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Which way did he turn
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so we can help you find him?
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2 My lover has gone down to his garden,
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to his spice beds,
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to browse in the gardens
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and gather the lilies.
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3 I am my lover’s, and my lover is mine.
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He browses among the lilies.
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4 You are beautiful, my darling,
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like the lovely city of Tirzah.
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Yes, as beautiful as Jerusalem,
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as majestic as an army with billowing banners.
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5 Turn your eyes away,
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for they overpower me.
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Your hair falls in waves,
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like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead.
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6 Your teeth are as white as sheep
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that are freshly washed.
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Your smile is flawless,
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each tooth matched with its twin.
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7 Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates
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behind your veil.
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8 Even among sixty queens
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and eighty concubines
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and countless young women,
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9 I would still choose my dove, my perfect one—
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the favorite of her mother,
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dearly loved by the one who bore her.
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The young women see her and praise her;
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even queens and royal concubines sing her praises:
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10 “Who is this, arising like the dawn,
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as fair as the moon,
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as bright as the sun,
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as majestic as an army with billowing banners?”
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11 I went down to the grove of walnut trees
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and out to the valley to see the new spring growth,
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to see whether the grapevines had budded
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or the pomegranates were in bloom.
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12 Before I realized it,
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my strong desires had taken me to the chariot of a noble man.
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13 Return, return to us, O maid of Shulam.
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Come back, come back, that we may see you again.
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Why do you stare at this young woman of Shulam,
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as she moves so gracefully between two lines of dancers? |