Song of Solomon Chapter 6
3I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
4Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
7As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
8There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
12Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.







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