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| 1[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 1Where has your beloved gone, most beautiful of women? Which way did your beloved turn, that we may look for him with you? |
| 2[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies. |
| 3[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 3I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine; he browses among the lilies. |
| 4[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 4You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners. |
| 5[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 5Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead. |
| 6[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is missing. |
| 7[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 7Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate. |
| 8[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 8Sixty queens there may be, and eighty concubines, and virgins beyond number; |
| 9[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 9but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the only daughter of her mother, the favorite of the one who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines praised her. |
| 10[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 10Who is this that appears like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, majestic as the stars in procession? |
| 11[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 11I 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. |
| 12[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 12Before I realized it, my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people. |
| 13[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 13Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, that we may gaze on you! He Why would you gaze on the Shulammite as on the dance of Mahanaim? |
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