American Standard Version of 1901
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My beloved is gone down to his garden,To the beds of {Or, balsam}spices,To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
My beloved is gone down to his garden,To the beds of {Or, balsam}spices,To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
The watchmen that go about the city found me,They smote me, they wounded me;The keepers of the walls took away my {Or, veil}mantle from me.
As a lily among thorns,So is my love among the daughters.
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine:He feedeth his flock among the lilies.