Song of Solomon 6:4–10

Solomon’s Praise of His Beloved

4 You are beautiful, my beloved, as Tirzah,

lovely as Jerusalem,

⌊overwhelming as an army with banners⌋.b

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⌋c your veil

are like halves of a pomegranate.

The Maiden’s Beauty Is Without Peer

8 Sixty queens there are, eighty concubines,

and maidens beyond number.

9 My dove, ⌊she is the one⌋;d e

my perfect, ⌊she is the only one⌋;f g

she is ⌊the favorite of⌋h i her mother who bore her.

Maidens see her and consider her fortunate;j

queens and concubines praise her:

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

beautiful as the moon,

⌊bright as the sun⌋,k l

⌊overwhelming as an army with banners⌋?”m