ECB(i)
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THE DAUGHTERS
Where has your beloved gone, O you beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned his face? - that we seek him with you. 2
THE WOMAN
My beloved descends to his garden to the furrows of spices; to tend the gardens and to gleen lilies. 3 I, to my beloved; and my beloved, to me; he tends among the lilies. 4
THE MAN
You are beautiful, O my friend, as Tirzah, comely as Yeru Shalem, awesome as bannerbearers. 5 Turn your eyes from me, for they encourage me; your hair, as a drove of doe goats eating of Gilad; 6 your teeth, as a drove of ewes ascending from the bathing whereof every one twins - not one bereft among them; 7 as a slice of a pomegranate, your temples through your veil. 8 Sixty sovereignesses and eighty concubines and virgins without number. 9 One is my dove, my integrious; she, the one of her mother; she, the pure of her who birthed her.
CONCERNING HER ADMIRERS
The daughters see her and pronounce her blithesome; the sovereignesses and the concubines halal her. 10 Who is this? looks, as the dawn, beautiful, as the moon, pure, as heat, awesome, as bannerbearers. 11
THE WOMAN SPEAKS FOR HERSELF
I descend to the garden of nuts to see the unripeness of the wadi; to see whether the vine blossoms and the pomegranates bud. 12 Or ere I know, my soul sets me as the chariots of Ammi Nadib. 13 Return! Return, O Shulammith! Return! Return, so that we see you. What see you in the Shulammith? As it were, the round dance of Machanah.
THE DAUGHTERS
Where has your beloved gone, O you beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned his face? - that we seek him with you. 2
THE WOMAN
My beloved descends to his garden to the furrows of spices; to tend the gardens and to gleen lilies. 3 I, to my beloved; and my beloved, to me; he tends among the lilies. 4
THE MAN
You are beautiful, O my friend, as Tirzah, comely as Yeru Shalem, awesome as bannerbearers. 5 Turn your eyes from me, for they encourage me; your hair, as a drove of doe goats eating of Gilad; 6 your teeth, as a drove of ewes ascending from the bathing whereof every one twins - not one bereft among them; 7 as a slice of a pomegranate, your temples through your veil. 8 Sixty sovereignesses and eighty concubines and virgins without number. 9 One is my dove, my integrious; she, the one of her mother; she, the pure of her who birthed her.
CONCERNING HER ADMIRERS
The daughters see her and pronounce her blithesome; the sovereignesses and the concubines halal her. 10 Who is this? looks, as the dawn, beautiful, as the moon, pure, as heat, awesome, as bannerbearers. 11
THE WOMAN SPEAKS FOR HERSELF
I descend to the garden of nuts to see the unripeness of the wadi; to see whether the vine blossoms and the pomegranates bud. 12 Or ere I know, my soul sets me as the chariots of Ammi Nadib. 13 Return! Return, O Shulammith! Return! Return, so that we see you. What see you in the Shulammith? As it were, the round dance of Machanah.