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# Chapter 6
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1 Where has your beloved gone,
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O most beautiful among women?
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Where has your beloved turned,
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that we may seek him with you?
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2 My beloved has gone down to his garden
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to the beds of spices,
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to graze in the gardens
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and to gather lilies.
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3 I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine;
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he grazes among the lilies.
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4 You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love,
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lovely as Jerusalem,
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awesome as an army with banners.
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5 Turn away your eyes from me,
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for they overwhelm me—
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Your hair is like a flock of goats
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leaping down the slopes of Gilead.
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6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
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that have come up from the washing;
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all of them bear twins;
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not one among them has lost its young.
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7 Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
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behind your veil.
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8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,
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and virgins without number.
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9 My dove, my perfect one, is the only one,
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the only one of her mother,
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pure to her who bore her.
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The young women saw her and called her blessed;
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the queens and concubines also, and they praised her.
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10 “Who is this who looks down like the dawn,
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beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun,
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awesome as an army with banners?”
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11 I went down to the nut orchard
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to look at the blossoms of the valley,
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to see whether the vines had budded,
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whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
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12 Before I was aware, my desire set me
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among the chariots of my kinsman, a prince.
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13 Return, return, O Shulammite,
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return, return, that we may look upon you.
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Why should you look upon the Shulammite,
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as upon a dance before two armies? |