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The Song of Solomon

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- Chapter 6 -

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The women of Jerusalem speaking to the young woman: You who are the most beautiful of the women, where has the one who loves you gone? If you tell us which direction he went, we will go with you to search for him. The young woman speaking to herself:
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The one who loves me has come to me, I, who am like his garden, He has come to enjoy my charms, to enjoy cuddling and embracing me and kissing my lips, which are like lilies.

More beautiful than all are you!

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I belong to the one who loves me, and the one who loves me belongs to me. He has pleasure in kissing my lips, like sheep enjoy grazing. The woman’s lover speaking to her:
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My darling, you are beautiful, as Tirzah the capital city of Israel and Jerusalem the capital city of Judah are beautiful; you make me tremble, just as if I had seen a great army approach.
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Stop looking at me like that, because your eyes excite me very much. Your long black hair moves from side to side like a flock of black goats moving down the slopes of Mount Gilead.
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Your teeth are very white like a flock of sheep whose wool has just been shorn and have come up from being washed in a stream. You have all of your teeth on both sides; none of them is missing.
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Beneath your veil, your cheeks are like the halves of a pomegranate. The woman’s lover speaking to himself:
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Even if a king had 60 queens and 80 concubines and more young women than anyone can count,
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none of them would be like my dove, who is perfect, you who are your mother’s only daughter, whom your mother considers to be very precious. Other young women who see you say that you are fortunate, and the queens and concubines recognize that you are very beautiful. What the queens and the concubines said:
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Who is this who looks like the dawn, who is as beautiful to look at as the moon, who is an endless mystery? The woman’s lover speaking to himself:
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I went down to some walnut trees to look at the new plants that were growing in the valley. I wanted to see if the grapevines had budded and if the pomegranate trees were blooming.
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I was as happy as if I were riding in a chariot belonging to a prince. The woman’s lover speaking to her:
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You who are the perfect one, come back to us, in order that I may see you! The young woman speaking to her lover: Why do you want to look at me, the one who is perfect, dancing between two rows of dancers?
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Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
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My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

More beautiful than all are you!

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I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies.
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(4) You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners. (5) Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.
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Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved among them.
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Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
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There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.
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My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.
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Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
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I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
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Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.
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Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you.
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(13) Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?