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1 Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you. | C | TOSK |
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies. | C | TOSK |
3 I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies. | C | TOSK |
4 You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners. | C | TOSK |
5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead. | C | TOSK |
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost. | C | TOSK |
7 Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate. | C | TOSK |
8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number, | C | TOSK |
9 but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises. | C | TOSK |
10 Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession? | C | TOSK |
11 I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom. | C | TOSK |
12 Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people. | TOSK |
13 Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim? | TOSK |