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Song of Solomon 6
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1My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed [his flock] in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
1Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
2I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds among the lilies.
2My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3You are fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as [armies] set in array.
3I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
4Turn away your eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: your hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.
4Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
5Your teeth are as flocks of shorn [sheep], that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren among them: your lips are as a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely.
5Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
6Your cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, [being seen] without your veil.
6Thy 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.
7There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
7As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
8My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the [only] one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yes, and the concubines, and they will praise her.
8There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
9Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as [armies] set in array?
9My 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.
10I went down to the garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine flowered, [if] the pomegranates blossomed.
10Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
11There I will give you my breasts: my soul knew [it] not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab.
11I 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.
12Return, return, O Sunamite; return, return, and we will look at you. What will you⌃ see in the Sunamite? She comes as bands of armies.
12Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.