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5.16 :This is my beloved, and this is my friend,
 * O daughters of Jerusalem.'


 * 'Whither is thy beloved gone,
 * O thou fairest among women?
 * Whither hath thy beloved turned him,
 * That we may seek him with thee?'
 * '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,
 * That feedeth among the lilies.'


 * Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah,
 * Comely as Jerusalem,
 * Terrible as an army with banners.
 * Turn away thine eyes from me,
 * For they have overcome me.
 * Thy hair is as a flock of goats,
 * That trail down from Gilead.
 * Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes,
 * Which are come up from the washing;
 * Whereof all are paired,
 * And none faileth among them.
 * Thy temples are like a pomegranate split open
 * Behind thy veil.
 * There are threescore queens,
 * And fourscore concubines,
 * And maidens without number.
 * My dove, my 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 called her happy;
 * Yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
 * Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn,
 * Fair as the moon,
 * Clear as the sun,
 * Terrible as an army with banners?
 * I went down into the garden of nuts,
 * To look at the green plants of the valley,
 * To see whether the vine budded,
 * And the pomegranates were in flower.
 * Before I was aware, my soul set me
 * Upon the chariots of my princely people.


 * Return, return, O Shulammite;
 * Return, return, that we may look upon thee.


 * What will ye see in the Shulammite?
 * As it were a dance of two companies.


 * How beautiful are thy steps in sandals,
 * O prince's daughter!
 * The roundings of thy thighs are like the links of a chain,
 * The work of the hands of a skilled workman.
 * Thy navel is like a round goblet,
 * Wherein no mingled wine is wanting;
 * Thy belly is like a heap of wheat
 * Set about with lilies.
 * Thy two breasts are like two fawns
 * That are twins of a gazelle.
 * Thy neck is as a tower of ivory;
 * Thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon,
 * By the gate of Bath-rabbim;
 * Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon
 * Which looketh toward Damascus.
 * Thy head upon thee is like Carmel,
 * And the hair of thy head like purple;
 * The king is held captive in the tresses thereof.