Song of Solomon 6:2–7:1

²My beloved has gone to his ^bgarden,

To the beds of spices,

To feed his flock in the gardens,

And to gather lilies.

^3cI am my beloved’s,

And my beloved is mine.

He feeds his flock among the lilies.

Praise of the Shulamite’s Beauty

⁴O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah,

Lovely as Jerusalem,

Awesome as an army with banners!

⁵Turn your eyes away from me,

For they have ¹overcome me.

Your hair is ^dlike a flock of goats

Going down from Gilead.

^6eYour teeth are like a flock of sheep

Which have come up from the washing;

Every one bears twins,

And none is ²barren among them.

^7fLike a piece of pomegranate

Are your temples behind your veil.

⁸There are sixty queens

And eighty concubines,

And ^gvirgins without number.

⁹My dove, my ^hperfect 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.

¹⁰Who is she who looks forth as the morning,

Fair as the moon,

Clear as the sun,

ⁱAwesome as an army with banners?

¹¹I went down to the garden of nuts

To see the verdure of the valley,

^jTo see whether the vine had budded

And the pomegranates had bloomed.

¹²Before I was even aware,

My soul had made me

As the chariots of ³my noble people.

¹³Return, return, O Shulamite;

Return, return, that we may look upon you!

What would you see in the Shulamite—

As it were, the dance of ⁴the two camps?

Expressions of Praise

7How beautiful are your feet in sandals,

^aO prince’s daughter!

The curves of your thighs are like jewels,

The work of the hands of a skillful workman.