Song of Solomon 6:1-9 ▼

1 Where has your lover gone, O woman of rare beauty? Which way did he turn so we can help you find him? Young Woman

2 My lover has gone down to his garden, to his spice beds, to browse in the gardens and gather the lilies.

3 I am my lover’s, and my lover is mine. He browses among the lilies. Young Man

4 You are beautiful, my darling, like the lovely city of Tirzah. Yes, as beautiful as Jerusalem, as majestic as an army with billowing banners.

5 Turn your eyes away, for they overpower me. Your hair falls in waves, like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead.

6 Your teeth are as white as sheep that are freshly washed. Your smile is flawless, each tooth matched with its twin.

7 Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates behind your veil.

8 Even among sixty queens and eighty concubines and countless young women,

9 I would still choose my dove, my perfect one— the favorite of her mother, dearly loved by the one who bore her. The young women see her and praise her; even queens and royal concubines sing her praises: