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# Chapter 6
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1 Where has your love gone,
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most beautiful of women?
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Which way has he turned?
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We will seek him with you.
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2 My love has gone down to his garden,
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to beds of spice,
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to feed in the gardens
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and gather lilies.
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3 I am my love’s and my love is mine;
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he feeds among the lilies.
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4 You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling,
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lovely as Jerusalem,
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awe-inspiring as an army with banners.
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5 Turn your eyes away from me,
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for they captivate me.
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Your hair is like a flock of goats
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streaming down from Gilead.
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6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
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coming up from washing,
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each one having a twin,
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and not one missing.
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7 Behind your veil,
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your brow is like a slice of pomegranate.
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8 There are sixty queens
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and eighty concubines
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and young women without number.
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9 But my dove, my virtuous one, is unique;
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she is the favorite of her mother,
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perfect to the one who gave her birth.
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Women see her and declare her fortunate;
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queens and concubines also, and they sing her praises:
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10 Who is this who shines like the dawn,
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as beautiful as the moon,
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bright as the sun,
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awe-inspiring as an army with banners?
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11 I came down to the walnut grove
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to see the blossoms of the valley,
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to see if the vines were budding
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and the pomegranates blooming.
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12 I didn’t know what was happening to me.
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I felt like I was
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in a chariot with a nobleman.
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13 Come back, come back, Shulammite!
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Come back, come back, that we may look at you!
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How you gaze at the Shulammite,
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as you look at the dance of the two camps! |