Song of Solomon 6:2–7:13

Woman

²My love has gone down to his garden,^u

to beds of spice,^v

to feed in the gardens^w

and gather lilies.^x

³I am my love’s and my love is mine;^y

he feeds among the lilies.

Man

⁴You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling,

lovely as Jerusalem,

awe-inspiring as an army with banners.^z

⁵Turn your eyes away from me,

for they captivate me.^aa

Your hair is like a flock of goats

streaming down from Gilead.^ab

⁶Your teeth are like a flock of ewes

coming up from washing,

each one having a twin,

and not one missing.^Iac

⁷Behind your veil,^ad

your brow^J is like a slice of pomegranate.

⁸There are sixty queens

and eighty concubines^ae

and young women without number.

⁹But my dove,^a my virtuous one, is unique;^b

she is the favorite of her mother,

perfect to the one who gave her birth.

Women see her and declare her fortunate;^c

queens and concubines also, and they sing her praises:

¹⁰Who is this^d who shines like the dawn,

as beautiful as the moon,

bright as the sun,

awe-inspiring as an army with banners?^e

Woman

¹¹I came down to the walnut grove

to see the blossoms of the valley,

to see if the vines were budding^f

and the pomegranates blooming.

¹²I didn’t know what was happening to me.

I felt like I was

in a chariot with a nobleman.^A

Young Women

¹³Come back, come back, Shulammite!^B

Come back, come back, that we may look at you!

Man

How you gaze at the Shulammite,

as you look at the dance^g of the two camps!^Ch

7How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess!^Di

The curves of your thighs are like jewelry,

the handiwork of a master.

²Your navel is a rounded bowl;

it never lacks mixed wine.

Your belly is a mound of wheat

surrounded by lilies.

³Your breasts are like two fawns,

twins of a gazelle.^j

⁴Your neck is like a tower of ivory,^k

your eyes like pools in Heshbon

by Bath-rabbim’s gate.

Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon

looking toward Damascus.

⁵Your head crowns you^E like Mount Carmel,

the hair of your head like purple cloth—

a king could be held captive^l in your tresses.

⁶How beautiful you are and how pleasant,^m

my love, with such delights!

⁷Your stature is like a palm tree;

your breasts are clusters of fruit.

⁸I said, “I will climb the palm tree

and take hold of its fruit.”ⁿ

May your breasts be like clusters of grapes,

and the fragrance of your breath like apricots.^o

⁹Your mouth^F is like fine wine^p—

Woman

flowing smoothly for my love,

gliding past my lips and teeth!^G

¹⁰I am my love’s,

and his desire^q is for me.^r

¹¹Come, my love,

let’s go to the field;

let’s spend the night among the henna blossoms.^A

¹²Let’s go early to the vineyards;

let’s see if the vine has budded,

if the blossom has opened,

if the pomegranates are in bloom.^s

There I will give you my caresses.

¹³The mandrakes^t give off a fragrance,

and at our doors is every delicacy,

both new and old.

I have treasured them up for you, my love.