The king renews his appeal

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Song 6:4: Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
Song 6:5: Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
Song 6:6: Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.
Song 6:7: As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
Song 6:8: There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
Song 6:9: My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
Song 6:10: Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
Song 6:11: I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.
Song 6:12: Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
Song 6:13: Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.
Song 7:1: How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
Song 7:2: Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Song 7:3: Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
Song 7:4: Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Song 7:5: Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
Song 7:6: How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
Song 7:7: This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
Song 7:8: I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
Song 7:9: And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.