Song of Solomon 6:2-13 ▼

2 My beloved has gone to his garden, to the beds of spice, to graze in the gardens and to gather up the lilies.

3 I am unto my beloved and my beloved is unto me; he is grazing among the lilies.

4 You are beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as bannered hosts.

5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of the goats streaming down from the Gilead.

6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes that have come up from the washing; each has its twin, and not a bereaved one is among them.

7 Like the halves of the pomegranate is your temple behind your veil.

8 Sixty are they, the queens, and eighty the concubines, and maidens without number.

9 One she is, my dove, my perfect one; one she is, pure for her mother, she who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; and the queens and the concubines, they praised her.

10 Who is this one shining like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, pure as the sun, awesome as bannered hosts?

11 To the garden of the nut tree I went down, to look on the green of the valley, to see the vine had sprouted and the pomegranates had bloomed.

12 I did not know it, my soul had set me among the chariots of my noble people.

13 Return, return, O Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze on you. Why should you? gaze on the Shulammite as on the dance in of Mahanaim?