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| 6:1 | 
                                 
                                    Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?
                                 
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| 6:2 | 
                                 
                                    My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
                                 
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| 6:3 | 
                                 
                                    I [am] my beloved's, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
                                 
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| 6:4 | 
                                 
                                    Fair [art] thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
                                 
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| 6:5 | 
                                 
                                    Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
                                 
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| 6:6 | 
                                 
                                    Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
                                 
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| 6:7 | 
                                 
                                    As the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy veil.
                                 
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| 6:8 | 
                                 
                                    Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
                                 
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| 6:9 | 
                                 
                                    One is my dove, my perfect one, One she [is] of her mother, The choice one she [is] of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
                                 
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| 6:10 | 
                                 
                                    `Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon -- clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'
                                 
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| 6:11 | 
                                 
                                    Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed --
                                 
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| 6:12 | 
                                 
                                    I knew not my soul, It made me -- chariots of my people Nadib.
                                 
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| 6:13 | 
                                 
                                    Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?
                                 
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