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89 lines
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\c 6
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\sp The women of Jerusalem speaking to the young woman
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\q
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\v 1 Where has your beloved gone,
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\q most beautiful among women?
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\q In what direction has your beloved gone,
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\q so that we may seek him with you?
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\sp The woman speaking to herself
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\q
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\v 2 My beloved has gone down to his garden,
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\q to the beds of spices,
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\q to graze in the garden and to gather lilies.
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\q
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\v 3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine;
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\q he grazes among the lilies with pleasure.
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\sp The man speaking to the woman
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\q
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\v 4 You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love,
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\q as lovely as Jerusalem,
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\q as awe-inspiring as an army with its banners.
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\q
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\v 5 Turn your eyes away from me,
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\q for they overwhelm me.
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\q Your hair is like a flock of goats
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\q going down from the slopes of Gilead.
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\q
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\v 6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
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\q coming up from the washing place.
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\q Each one has a twin,
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\q and none among them is bereaved.
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\q
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\v 7 Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves
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\q behind your veil.
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\sp The man speaking to himself
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\q
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\v 8 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines,
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\q and young women without number.
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\q
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\v 9 My dove, my undefiled, is the only one;
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\q she is the special daughter of her mother;
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\q she is the favorite one of the woman who bore her.
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\q The daughters of my countrymen saw her and called her blessed;
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\q the queens and the concubines saw her also, and they praised her:
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\q
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\sp What the queens and the concubines said
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\q
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\v 10 "Who is this who appears like the dawn,
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\q as beautiful as the moon,
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\q as bright as the sun,
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\q as awe-inspiring as an army with its banners?"
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\sp The man speaking to himself
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\q
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\v 11 I went down into the grove of nut trees
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\q to see the young growth in the valley,
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\q to see whether the vines had budded,
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\q and whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
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\q
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\v 12 I was so happy that I felt
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\q I was riding in the chariot of a prince.
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\sp The man speaking to the woman
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\q
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\v 13 Turn back, turn back, you perfect woman;
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\q turn back, turn back so that I may gaze on you.
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\sp The woman speaking to the man
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\q Why do you gaze on me, the perfect woman,
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\q as if I were dancing between two rows of dancers?
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