Cânticos 6

1 Where has your beloved gone, ¶ most beautiful of women? ¶ Which way did your beloved turn, ¶ that we may look for him with you?

2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, ¶ to the beds of spices, ¶ to browse in the gardens ¶ and to gather lilies.

3 I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine; he browses among the lilies.

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

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

6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. ¶ Each has its twin, ¶ not one of them is missing.

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

8 Sixty queens there may be, and eighty concubines, ¶ and virgins beyond number;

9 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.

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

11 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.

12 Before I realized it, my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people. [^1]

13 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? [^2]

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