Song of Solomon 6:2-13 ▼

2 |My beloved has gone down to his garden, To the beds of balsam, To pasture [his flock] in the gardens And gather lilies.

3 |I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine, He who pastures [his flock] among the lilies.|

4 |You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, As lovely as Jerusalem, As awesome as an army with banners.

5 |Turn your eyes away from me, For they have confused me; Your hair is like a flock of goats That have descended from Gilead.

6 |Your teeth are like a flock of ewes Which have come up from [their] washing, All of which bear twins, And not one among them has lost her young.

7 |Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate Behind your veil.

8 |There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, And maidens without number;

9 [But] my dove, my perfect one, is unique: She is her mother's only [daughter]; She is the pure [child] of the one who bore her. The maidens saw her and called her blessed, The queens and the concubines [also], and they praised her, [saying],

10 Who is this that grows like the dawn, As beautiful as the full moon, As pure as the sun, As awesome as an army with banners?'

11 |I went down to the orchard of nut trees To see the blossoms of the valley, To see whether the vine had budded [Or] the pomegranates had bloomed.

12 |Before I was aware, my soul set me [Over] the chariots of my noble people.|

13 |Come back, come back, O Shulammite; Come back, come back, that we may gaze at you!| |Why should you gaze at the Shulammite, As at the dance of the two companies?