Book 22 : SONG OF SOLOMON - Chapter 006
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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 is mine: he feedeth 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: thy
hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead
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Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the
washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one
barren among them
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As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks
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There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and
virgins without number
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My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her
mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The
daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the
concubines, and they praised her
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Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the
moon, clear as the sun, and 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, and to see whether the vine flourished and the
pomegranates budded
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Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of
Amminadib
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Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look
upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the
company of two armies
Book 22 : SONG OF SOLOMON - Chapter 006
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