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Whither is thy beloved gone,
O thou fairest among women?
Whither hath thy beloved turned him,
That we may seek him with thee?

My beloved is gone down to his garden,
To the beds of [a]spices,
To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

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  1. Song of Solomon 6:2 Or, balsam