Song of Songs 
6
  -  Where has your lover gone, most beautiful 
    of women? Which way did your lover turn, that we may look for him with you 
    ?
 
  -  My lover has gone down to his garden, to 
    the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies.
 
  -  I am my lover's and my lover is mine; he 
    browses among the lilies.
 
  -  You are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, 
    lovely as Jerusalem, majestic as troops with banners.
 
  -  Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me. 
    Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
 
  -  Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming 
    up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is alone.
 
  -  Your temples behind your veil are like the 
    halves of a pomegranate.
 
  -  Sixty queens there may be, and eighty concubines, 
    and virgins beyond number;
 
  -  but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, 
    the only daughter of her mother, the favorite of the one who bore her. The 
    maidens saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines praised 
    her.
 
  -  Who is this that appears like the dawn, 
    fair as the moon, bright as the sun, majestic as the stars in procession ?
 
  -  I went down to the grove of nut trees to 
    look at the new growth in the valley, to see if the vines had budded or the 
    pomegranates were in bloom.
 
  -  Before I realized it, my desire set me among 
    the royal chariots of my people.
 
  -  Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come 
    back, come back, that we may gaze on you! Why would you gaze on the Shulammite 
    as on the dance of Mahanaim ? 
 
      
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