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6Where has your beloved gone,
   O fairest among women?
Which way has your beloved turned,
   that we may seek him with you?

² My beloved has gone down to his garden,
   to the beds of spices,
to pasture his flock in the gardens,
   and to gather lilies.
³ I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine;
   he pastures his flock among the lilies.

The Bride’s Matchless Beauty

⁴ You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love,
   comely as Jerusalem,
   terrible as an army with banners.
⁵ Turn away your eyes from me,
   for they overwhelm me!
Your hair is like a flock of goats,
   moving down the slopes of Gilead.
⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of ewes,
   that have come up from the washing;
all of them bear twins,
   and not one among them is bereaved.
⁷ Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
   behind your veil.
⁸ There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,
   and maidens without number.
⁹ My dove, my perfect one, is the only one,
   the darling of her mother,
   flawless to her that bore her.
The maidens saw her and called her happy;
   the queens and concubines also, and they praised her.