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1Where has your lover gone,
O most beautiful among women?
Where has your lover turned,
that we may seek him with you?
2My lover has gone down to his garden,
to his beds of spices,
to feed his flock in the gardens
and to collect lilies.
3I belong to my lover and my lover belongs to me;[#SS 2:16; 7:10]
He feeds his flock among the lilies.
4You are so beautiful, like Tirzah, my beloved,[#1Ki 15:33]
lovely as Jerusalem,
awesome as an army with banners.
5Turn your eyes away from me,
for they overwhelm me!
Your hair is like a flock of goats
descending the slopes of Gilead.
6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
which have come up from their washing;
all of them bear twins, and not one among them has lost her young.
7Your cheeks are like a half
of a pomegranate behind your veil.
8There are sixty queens
and eighty concubines,
and young women without number.
9My dove, my perfect one, is the only one,[#SS 5:2]
the only daughter of her mother,
special to the one who bore her.
The young women saw her and called her blessed,
the queens and concubines also,
and they praised her.
10Who is she who appears like the dawn,
beautiful as the moon, radiant as the sun,
awesome as an army with banners?
11I went down to the orchard of nut trees
to see the blossoms of the valley,
to see whether the vines had budded,
or the pomegranates were in bloom.
12Before I was aware, my soul set me
among the chariots of Ammi-nadib.
13Return, return, O Shulammite![#1Ki 1:1–3; #6:13 7:1 in the Hb text.]
Return, return, that we might look upon you.
Why should you look upon the Shulammite,
as upon a dance of Mahanaim?