Song of Solomon 6:4–7:1

⁴“^1aYou are as beautiful as ^bTirzah, my darling,

As ^clovely as ^dJerusalem,

As ^emajestic as ²an army with banners.

⁵“Turn your eyes away from me,

For they have overwhelmed me;

^aYour hair is like a flock of goats

That have leapt down from Gilead.

⁶“^aYour 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 ¹lost her young.

⁷“^aYour temples are like a slice of a pomegranate

Behind your veil.

⁸“There are sixty ^aqueens and eighty concubines,

And ^1bmaidens without number;

⁹She is the only one—^amy dove, my perfect one;

She is the only one of her mother;

She is the pure one of her who bore her.

The ^bdaughters saw her and called her blessed,

The ^cqueens and the concubines also, and they praised her, saying,

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

As beautiful as the full ^amoon,

As pure ^bas the sun,

As ^cmajestic as ¹an army with banners?’

¹¹“¹I went down to the garden of nut trees

To see the blossoms of the valley,

To see whether ^athe vine had flourished

Or the ^bpomegranates had bloomed.

¹²“I did not know it, but my soul set me

Among the chariots of ¹my noble people.”

¹³“¹²Come back, come back, O Shulammite;

Come back, come back, that we may behold you!”

“³Why should you behold the Shulammite,

As at the ^adance of ^4bthe two companies?

CHAPTER 7

¹“¹How beautiful are your ²feet in sandals,

O ^anoble’s daughter!

The curves of your thighs are like ornaments,

The work of the hands of an artist.