| 6 | Song of Songs | ||
| 1 | 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 | |
| 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. | She. Sg.6.2-3 | |
| 3 | I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine; he pastures his flock among the lilies. | ||
| 4 | You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. | The fifth song. He. Sg.6.4-12 | |
| 5 | Turn away your eyes from me, for they disturb me - Your hair is like a flock of goats, moving down the slopes of Gilead. | ||
| 6 | 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. | ||
| 7 | Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil. | ||
| 8 | There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number. | ||
| 9 | 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. | ||
| 10 | "Who is this that looks forth like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army with banners?" | ||
| 11 | 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. | ||
| 12 | Before I was aware, my fancy set me in a chariot beside my prince. | ||
| 13 | Return, return, O Shulammite, return, return, that we may look upon you. Why should you look upon the Shulammite, as upon a dance before two armies? | The women (a). She (b). Sg.6.13 | |
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