BRAGADAYJAH 1666

BRAGADAHJAH 1666. Song of Solomon 6: Verses 1-7. Wither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Wither is thy beloved turned aside? That we may seek him wit thee. My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather leaves. I am my beloved, and my beloved is mine; he feedeth among the lilies. Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me; thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Gilead. Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof everyone beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them. As a piece of pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.