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`Where is your beloved gone, most beautiful among women? where your beloved turned? we may seek him with thee. " |
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My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens and to gather lilies. |
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I am my beloved's, and my beloved - me; he grazes among the lilies.
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Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. |
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Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. |
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Your hair - like a flock of goats that appear from Gilead; your teeth - like a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them; |
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like halves of a pomegranate - your cheeks under your veil. |
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There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number, |
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but only one - she dove, my undefiled; only she's his mother, bare her. The daughters saw her, and - blessed her; yea, the queens and concubines, and they - they praised her. |
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Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army with banners?
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I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, to see whether the vine flourished and the pomegranates budded |
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I do not know, my soul made me like the chariots of my noble people. |
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(7-1), `Look, look, Shulammite! return, return, --and we take a look at you. " What do you look at the Shulammite as on the dance Manaimsky? |
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