Song of Solomon 6:4-13 ▼

4 Beautiful as Tirzah are you, my friend; fair as Jerusalem, fearsome as celestial visions!

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

6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes that come up from the washing, All of them big with twins, none of them barren.

7 Like pomegranate halves, your cheeks behind your veil.

8 Sixty are the queens, eighty the concubines, and young women without number—

9 One alone is my dove, my perfect one, her mother’s special one, favorite of the one who bore her. Daughters see her and call her happy, queens and concubines, and they praise her:

10 “Who is this that comes forth like the dawn, beautiful as the white moon, pure as the blazing sun, fearsome as celestial visions?”

11 To the walnut grove I went down, to see the young growth of the valley; To see if the vines were in bloom, if the pomegranates had blossomed.

12 Before I knew it, my desire had made me the blessed one of the prince’s people.

13 Turn, turn, O Shulammite! turn, turn that we may gaze upon you! How can you gaze upon the Shulammite as at the dance of the two camps?