4 ¶ Thou
art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as
an army with banners.
5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair
is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
* 6 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.
7 As a piece of a pomegranate
are thy temples within thy locks.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
9 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.
11 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.
12 Or ever I was aware, my soul made me
like the chariots of Amminadib.
†‡ 13 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.
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