The Holy Bible – Knox Translation
The Song of Songs
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Chapter 6
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Where should he be, my true love, but among the spices; where but in his garden, gathering the lilies?
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All mine, my true love, and I all his; ever he would choose the lilies for his pasture-ground.

3
Fair thou art and graceful, my heart’s love; for beauty, Jerusalem itself is not thy match; yet no embattled array so awes men’s hearts.
4
Turn thy eyes away, that so unman me! Hair dazzling as the goats have, when they come flocking home from the Galaad hills;
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teeth white as ewes fresh from the washing, well matched as the twin lambs that follow them; barren is none;
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thy cheeks shew through their veil rosy as skin of pomegranate!
7
What are three score of queens, and eighty concubines, and maids about them past all counting?
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One there is beyond compare; for me, none so gentle, none so pure! Only once her mother travailed; she would have no darling but this. Maid was none that saw her but called her blessed; queen was none, nor concubine, but spoke in her praise.
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Who is this, whose coming shews like the dawn of day? No moon so fair, no sun so majestic, no embattled array so awes men’s hearts.

10
But when I betook me to the fruit garden, to find apples in the hollows, to see if vine had flowered there, and pomegranate had budded,
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all unawares, my heart misgave me … beside the chariots of Aminadab.

12
Come back, maid of Sulam, come back; let us feast our eyes on thee. Maid of Sulam, come back, come back!