Song of Solomon 6:4–10

5 Turn your eyes from me;

they overwhelm me.

Your hair is like a flock of goats

descending from Gilead.

6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep

coming up from the washing.

Each has its twin,

not one of them is missing.

7 Your temples behind your veil

are like the halves of a pomegranate.

8 Sixty queens there may be,

and eighty concubines,

and virgins beyond number;

9 but my dove, my perfect one, is unique,

the only daughter of her mother,

the favorite of the one who bore her.

The young women saw her and called her blessed;

the queens and concubines praised her.

10 Who is this that appears like the dawn,

fair as the moon, bright as the sun,

majestic as the stars in procession?

11 I went down to the grove of nut trees

to look at the new growth in the valley,

to see if the vines had budded

or the pomegranates were in bloom.

5 Turn away your eyes from me,

for they overwhelm me—

Your hair is like a flock of goats

leaping down the slopes of Gilead.

6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes

that have come up from the washing;

all of them bear twins;

not one among them has lost its young.

7 Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate

behind your veil.

8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,

and virgins without number.

9 My dove, my perfect one, is the only one,

the only one of her mother,

pure to her who bore her.

The young women saw her and called her blessed;

the queens and concubines also, and they praised her.

10 “Who is this who looks down like the dawn,

beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun,

awesome as an army with banners?”

11 I went down to the nut orchard

to look at the blossoms of the valley,

to see whether the vines had budded,

whether the pomegranates were in bloom.

5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me:

Thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

6 Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing,

Whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.

7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.

8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines,

And virgins without number.

9 My dove, my undefiled is but one;

She is the only one of her mother,

She is the choice one of her that bare her.

The daughters saw her, and blessed her;

Yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning,

Fair as the moon, clear as the sun,

And terrible as an army with banners?

11 I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley,

And to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.

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:

10 “Who is this, arising like the dawn,

as fair as the moon,

as bright as the sun,

as majestic as an army with billowing banners?”

11 I went down to the grove of walnut trees

and out to the valley to see the new spring growth,

to see whether the grapevines had budded

or the pomegranates were in bloom.

5 Turn your eyes away from me,

For they have overcome me.

Your hair is like a flock of goats

Going down from Gilead.

6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep

Which have come up from the washing;

Every one bears twins,

And none is barren among them.

7 Like a piece of pomegranate

Are your temples behind your veil.

8 There are sixty queens

And eighty concubines,

And virgins without number.

9 My dove, my perfect one,

Is the only one,

The only one of her mother,

The favorite of the one who bore her.

The daughters saw her

And called her blessed,

The queens and the concubines,

And they praised her.

10 Who is she who looks forth as the morning,

Fair as the moon,

Clear as the sun,

Awesome as an army with banners?

11 I went down to the garden of nuts

To see the verdure of the valley,

To see whether the vine had budded

And the pomegranates had bloomed.

5 Turn your eyes from me,

because they excite me too much.

Your hair is like a flock of goats

streaming down Mount Gilead.

6 Your teeth are white like sheep

just coming from their bath;

each one has a twin,

and none of them is missing.

7 Your cheeks behind your veil

are like slices of a pomegranate.

8 There may be sixty queens and eighty slave women

and so many girls you cannot count them,

9 but there is only one like my dove, my perfect one.

She is her mother’s only daughter,

the brightest of the one who gave her birth.

The young women saw her and called her happy;

the queens and the slave women also praised her.

10 Who is that young woman

that shines out like the dawn?

She is as pretty as the moon,

as bright as the sun,

as wonderful as an army flying flags.

11 I went down into the orchard of nut trees

to see the blossoms of the valley,

to look for buds on the vines,

to see if the pomegranate trees had bloomed.

5 Turn away thine eyes from me,

For they have overcome me.

Thy hair is as a flock of goats,

That lie along the side of Gilead.

6 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes,

Which are come up from the washing;

Whereof every one hath twins,

And none is bereaved among them.

7 Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate

Behind thy veil.

8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines,

And virgins without number.

9 My dove, my undefiled, is but one;

She is the only one of her mother;

She is the choice one of her that bare her.

The daughters saw her, and called her blessed;

Yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning,

Fair as the moon,

Clear as the sun,

Terrible as an army with banners?

11 I went down into the garden of nuts,

To see the green plants of the valley,

To see whether the vine budded,

And the pomegranates were in flower.

5 Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead. 6 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them. 7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil. 8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number: 9 My dove, mine undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother, She is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; The queens and the concubines, and they praised her. 10 Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, Terrible as troops with banners?

11 I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, Whether the pomegranates blossomed.

5 Turn your eyes away from me. They enchant me! 

Your hair is like a flock of goats moving down from Gilead. 

6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep, 

sheep that come up from the washing. 

All of them bear twins, and not one has lost its young. 

7 Your temples behind your veil are like slices of pomegranate. 

8 There are 60 queens, 80 concubines,and countless virgins, 

9 but she is unique, my dove, my perfect one. 

Her mother thinks she is unique. 

She is pure to the one who gave birth to her. 

Her sisters saw her and blessed her. 

Queens and concubines saw her and praised her. 

10 Who is this young woman? 

She looks like the dawn. 

She is beautiful like the moon, 

pure like the sun, 

awe-inspiring like those heavenly bodies. 

11 I went to the walnut grove 

to look at the blossoms in the valley, 

to see if the grapevine had budded 

and if the pomegranates were in bloom. 

5 Turn your eyes away from me,

for they captivate me.

Your hair is like a flock of goats

streaming down from Gilead.

6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes

coming up from washing,

each one having a twin,

and not one missing.

7 Behind your veil,

your brow is like a slice of pomegranate.

8 There are 60 queens

and 80 concubines

and young women without number.

9 But my dove, my virtuous one, is unique;

she is the favorite of her mother,

perfect to the one who gave her birth.

Women see her and declare her fortunate;

queens and concubines also, and they sing her praises:

10 Who is this who shines like the dawn—

as beautiful as the moon,

bright as the sun,

awe-inspiring as an army with banners?

11 I came down to the walnut grove

to see the blossoms of the valley,

to see if the vines were budding

and the pomegranates blooming.

5 Turn away your eyes from me,

for they overwhelm me!

Your hair is like a flock of goats,

moving down the slopes of Gilead.

6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes

that have come up from the washing;

all of them bear twins,

and not one among them is bereaved.

7 Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate

behind your veil.

8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines

and maidens without number.

9 My dove, my perfect one, is the only one,

the darling of her mother,

flawless to her who bore her.

The maidens saw her and called her happy;

the queens and concubines praised her.

10 “Who is this that looks forth like the dawn,

fair as the moon, bright as the sun,

terrible as an army with banners?”

11 I went down to the nut orchard

to look at the blossoms of the valley,

to see whether the vines had budded,

whether the pomegranates were in bloom.

5 Turn away your eyes from before me,

for they overwhelm me.

Your hair is like a flock of the goats

that moves down from Gilead.

6 Your teeth are like a flock of the ewes

that have come up from the washing,

all of them bearing twins,

and there is none bereaved among them.

7 Your cheeks behind your veil

are like halves of a pomegranate.

8 Sixty queens there are, eighty concubines,

and maidens beyond number.

9 My dove, she is the one;

my perfect, she is the only one;

she is the favorite of her mother who bore her.

Maidens see her and consider her fortunate;

queens and concubines praise her:

10 “Who is this that looks down like the dawn,

beautiful as the moon,

bright as the sun,

overwhelming as an army with banners?”

11 I went down to the orchard of the walnut trees

to look at the blossoms of the valley,

to see whether the vines have sprouted,

whether the pomegranates have blossomed.

5 Turn your eyes away from me.

They overpower me.

Your hair flows like a flock of black goats

coming down from Mount Gilead.

6 Your teeth are as clean as a flock of sheep

coming up from being washed.

Each of your teeth has its twin.

Not one of them is alone.

7 Your cheeks behind your veil

are like the halves of a pomegranate.

8 There might be 60 queens and 80 concubines.

There might be more virgins than anyone can count.

9 But you are my perfect dove.

There isn’t anyone like you.

You are your mother’s favorite daughter.

The young women see you and call you blessed.

The queens and concubines praise you.”

The other women say,

10 “Who is this woman?

She is like the sunrise in all of its glory.

She is as beautiful as the moon.

She is as bright as the sun.

She is as majestic as troops carrying their banners.”

The king says,

11 “I went down to a grove of nut trees.

I wanted to look at the new plants growing in the valley.

I wanted to find out whether the vines had budded.

I wanted to see if the pomegranate trees had bloomed.

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.