|6||Song of Solomon||Reference|
|Whither has your beloved gone, |
O fairest among women?
Whither has your beloved turned,
that we may seek him with you?
|The women. Sg.6.1|
|My beloved has gone down to his garden, |
to the beds of spices,
to pasture his flock in the gardens,
and to gather lilies.
|I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine; |
he pastures his flock among the lilies.
|You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, |
comely as Jerusalem,
terrible as an army with banners.
|The fifth song. He. Sg.6.4-12|
|Turn away your eyes from me, for they disturb me - |
Your hair is like a flock of goats,
moving down the slopes of Gilead.
|Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, |
that have come up from the washing,
all of them bear twins,
not one among them is bereaved.
|Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.|
|There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.|
|My dove, my perfect one, is only one, the darling of her mother, flawless to her that bore her. |
The maidens saw her and called her happy;
the queens and concubines also, and they praised her.
|"Who is this that looks forth like the dawn, |
fair as the moon,
bright as the sun,
terrible as an army with banners?"
|I went down to the nut orchard, |
to look at the blossoms of the valley,
to see whether the vines had budded,
whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
|Before I was aware, my fancy set me in a chariot beside my prince.|
|Return, return, O Shu'lammite, return, return, that we may look upon you. |
Why should you look upon the Shu'lammite, as upon a dance before two armies?
|The women (a). She (b). Sg.6.13|
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