Song of Songs 6:4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.

Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.

Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.

Sixty queens there may be, and eighty concubines, and virgins beyond 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.

Who is this that appears like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, majestic as the stars in procession?

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.

Before I realized it, my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people.

Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, that we may gaze on you! Why would you gaze on the Shulammite as on the dance of Mahanaim?

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