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Song of Solomon

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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.