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Friends
Where has your beloved gone,
most beautiful of women?
Which way did your beloved turn,
that we may look for him with you?
Where has your beloved gone,
most beautiful of women?
Which way did your beloved turn,
that we may look for him with you?
The Friends
Whither is thy beloved gone, Thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? And we will seek him with thee.
Whither is thy beloved gone, Thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? And we will seek him with thee.
She
My beloved has gone down to his garden,
to the beds of spices,
to browse in the gardens
and to gather lilies.
My beloved has gone down to his garden,
to the beds of spices,
to browse in the gardens
and to gather lilies.
The Bride
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.
I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine;
he browses among the lilies.
he browses among the lilies.
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.
He
You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling,
as lovely as Jerusalem,
as majestic as troops with banners.
You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling,
as lovely as Jerusalem,
as majestic as troops with banners.
Mutual Delight
Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:
Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:
Turn your eyes from me;
they overwhelm me.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
descending from Gilead.
they overwhelm me.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
descending from Gilead.
Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
coming up from the washing.
Each has its twin,
not one of them is missing.
coming up from the washing.
Each has its twin,
not one of them is missing.
Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.
Your temples behind your veil
are like the halves of a pomegranate.
are like the halves of a pomegranate.
As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.
Sixty queens there may be,
and eighty concubines,
and virgins beyond number;
and eighty concubines,
and virgins beyond number;
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number:
but my dove, my perfect one, is unique,
the only daughter of her mother,
the favorite of the one who bore her.
The young women saw her and called her blessed;
the queens and concubines praised her.
the only daughter of her mother,
the favorite of the one who bore her.
The young women saw her and called her blessed;
the queens and concubines praised her.
My dove, mine undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother, She is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
Friends
Who is this that appears like the dawn,
fair as the moon, bright as the sun,
majestic as the stars in procession?
Who is this that appears like the dawn,
fair as the moon, bright as the sun,
majestic as the stars in procession?
Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, Terrible as troops with banners?
He
I went down to the grove of nut trees
to look at the new growth in the valley,
to see if the vines had budded
or the pomegranates were in bloom.
I went down to the grove of nut trees
to look at the new growth in the valley,
to see if the vines had budded
or the pomegranates were in bloom.
The Bride
I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, Whether the pomegranates blossomed.
I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, Whether the pomegranates blossomed.
Before I was aware, My soul set me upon the chariots of my willing people.
The Friends
Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. -- What would ye look upon in the Shulamite? -- As it were the dance of two camps.
Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. -- What would ye look upon in the Shulamite? -- As it were the dance of two camps.