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            <div class="label">6</div><div class="s"><span class="heading">Mutual Delight in Each Other</span></div><div class="q"><span class="content">  </span><span class="verse v1" data-usfm="SNG.6.1"><span class="label">1</span><span class="content">&#8220;</span><span class="note f"><span class="label">#</span><span class=" body"><span class="ft">CHORUS</span></span></span><span class="content">Where has your beloved gone,</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v1" data-usfm="SNG.6.1"><span class="content">O most beautiful among women?</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v1" data-usfm="SNG.6.1"><span class="content">Where has your beloved turned,</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v1" data-usfm="SNG.6.1"><span class="content">That we may seek him with you?&#8221;</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v1" data-usfm="SNG.6.1"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v2" data-usfm="SNG.6.2"><span class="label">2</span><span class="content">&#8220;</span><span class="note f"><span class="label">#</span><span class=" body"><span class="ft">BRIDE</span></span></span><span class="content">My beloved has gone down to his garden,</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v2" data-usfm="SNG.6.2"><span class="content">To the beds of balsam,</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v2" data-usfm="SNG.6.2"><span class="content">To pasture </span><span class="it"><span class="content">his flock</span></span><span class="content"> in the gardens</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v2" data-usfm="SNG.6.2"><span class="content">And gather lilies.</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v2" data-usfm="SNG.6.2"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v3" data-usfm="SNG.6.3"><span class="label">3</span><span class="content">I am my beloved&#8217;s and my beloved is mine,</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v3" data-usfm="SNG.6.3"><span class="content">He who pastures </span><span class="it"><span class="content">his flock</span></span><span class="content"> among the lilies.&#8221;</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v3" data-usfm="SNG.6.3"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v4" data-usfm="SNG.6.4"><span class="label">4</span><span class="content">&#8220;</span><span class="note f"><span class="label">#</span><span class=" body"><span class="ft">BRIDEGROOM</span></span></span><span class="content">You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling,</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v4" data-usfm="SNG.6.4"><span class="content">As lovely as Jerusalem,</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v4" data-usfm="SNG.6.4"><span class="content">As awesome as an army with banners.</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v4" data-usfm="SNG.6.4"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v5" data-usfm="SNG.6.5"><span class="label">5</span><span class="content">Turn your eyes away from me,</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v5" data-usfm="SNG.6.5"><span class="content">For they have confused me;</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v5" data-usfm="SNG.6.5"><span class="content">Your hair is like a flock of goats</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v5" data-usfm="SNG.6.5"><span class="content">That have descended from Gilead.</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v5" data-usfm="SNG.6.5"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v6" data-usfm="SNG.6.6"><span class="label">6</span><span class="content">Your teeth are like a flock of ewes</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v6" data-usfm="SNG.6.6"><span class="content">Which have come up from </span><span class="it"><span class="content">their</span></span><span class="content"> washing,</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v6" data-usfm="SNG.6.6"><span class="content">All of which bear twins,</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v6" data-usfm="SNG.6.6"><span class="content">And not one among them has lost her young.</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v6" data-usfm="SNG.6.6"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v7" data-usfm="SNG.6.7"><span class="label">7</span><span class="content">Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v7" data-usfm="SNG.6.7"><span class="content">Behind your veil.</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v7" data-usfm="SNG.6.7"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v8" data-usfm="SNG.6.8"><span class="label">8</span><span class="content">There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v8" data-usfm="SNG.6.8"><span class="content">And maidens without number;</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v8" data-usfm="SNG.6.8"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v9" data-usfm="SNG.6.9"><span class="label">9</span><span class="content">  </span><span class="it"><span class="content">But</span></span><span class="content"> my dove, my perfect one, is unique:</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v9" data-usfm="SNG.6.9"><span class="content">She is her mother&#8217;s only </span><span class="it"><span class="content">daughter;</span></span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v9" data-usfm="SNG.6.9"><span class="content">She is the pure </span><span class="it"><span class="content">child</span></span><span class="content"> of the one who bore her.</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v9" data-usfm="SNG.6.9"><span class="content">The maidens saw her and called her blessed,</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v9" data-usfm="SNG.6.9"><span class="content">The queens and the concubines </span><span class="it"><span class="content">also,</span></span><span class="content"> and they praised her, </span><span class="it"><span class="content">saying,</span></span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v9" data-usfm="SNG.6.9"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v10" data-usfm="SNG.6.10"><span class="label">10</span><span class="content">&#8216;Who is this that grows like the dawn,</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v10" data-usfm="SNG.6.10"><span class="content">As beautiful as the full moon,</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v10" data-usfm="SNG.6.10"><span class="content">As pure as the sun,</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v10" data-usfm="SNG.6.10"><span class="content">As awesome as an army with banners?&#8217;</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v10" data-usfm="SNG.6.10"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v11" data-usfm="SNG.6.11"><span class="label">11</span><span class="content">I went down to the orchard of nut trees</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v11" data-usfm="SNG.6.11"><span class="content">To see the blossoms of the valley,</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v11" data-usfm="SNG.6.11"><span class="content">To see whether the vine had budded</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v11" data-usfm="SNG.6.11"><span class="content">  </span><span class="it"><span class="content">Or</span></span><span class="content"> the pomegranates had bloomed.</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v11" data-usfm="SNG.6.11"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v12" data-usfm="SNG.6.12"><span class="label">12</span><span class="content">Before I was aware, my soul set me</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v12" data-usfm="SNG.6.12"><span class="content">  </span><span class="it"><span class="content">Over</span></span><span class="content"> the chariots of my noble people.&#8221;</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v12" data-usfm="SNG.6.12"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v13" data-usfm="SNG.6.13"><span class="label">13</span><span class="content">&#8220;</span><span class="note f"><span class="label">#</span><span class=" body"><span class="ft">CHORUS</span></span></span><span class="content">Come back, come back, O Shulammite;</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v13" data-usfm="SNG.6.13"><span class="content">Come back, come back, that we may gaze at you!&#8221;</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v13" data-usfm="SNG.6.13"><span class="content">&#8220;</span><span class="note f"><span class="label">#</span><span class=" body"><span class="ft">BRIDEGROOM</span></span></span><span class="bd"><span class="content">W</span></span><span class="content">hy should you gaze at the Shulammite,</span></span></div><div class="q"><span class="verse v13" data-usfm="SNG.6.13"><span class="content">As at the dance of the two companies?</span></span></div>
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“Where has your beloved gone,
O most beautiful among women?
Where has your beloved turned,
That we may seek him with you?”
“My beloved has gone down to his garden,
To the beds of balsam,
To pasture his flock in the gardens
And gather lilies.
I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine,
He who pastures his flock among the lilies.”
“You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling,
As lovely as Jerusalem,
As awesome as an army with banners.
Turn your eyes away from me,
For they have confused me;
Your hair is like a flock of goats
That have descended from Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
Which have come up from their washing,
All of which bear twins,
And not one among them has lost her young.
Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate
Behind your veil.
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,
And maidens without number;
But my dove, my perfect one, is unique:
She is her mother’s only daughter;
She is the pure child of the one who bore her.
The maidens saw her and called her blessed,
The queens and the concubines also, and they praised her, saying,
‘Who is this that grows like the dawn,
As beautiful as the full moon,
As pure as the sun,
As awesome as an army with banners?’
I went down to the orchard of nut trees
To see the blossoms of the valley,
To see whether the vine had budded
Or the pomegranates had bloomed.
Before I was aware, my soul set me
Over the chariots of my noble people.”
“Come back, come back, O Shulammite;
Come back, come back, that we may gaze at you!”
“ W hy should you gaze at the Shulammite,
As at the dance of the two companies?

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