Song of Solomon 6:1–7:1

⁶Where has your beloved gone,

O fairest among women?

Which way has your beloved turned

that we may seek him with you?^*

²My beloved has gone down to his garden,

to the beds of spices,

to pasture his flock in the gardens

and to gather lilies.^*

³I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine;

he pastures his flock among the lilies.^*

The Young Woman’s Matchless Beauty

⁴You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love,

comely as Jerusalem,

terrible as an army with banners.^*

⁵Turn away your eyes from me,

for they overwhelm me!

Your hair is like a flock of goats,

moving down the slopes of Gilead.^*

⁶Your 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.^*

⁷Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate

behind your veil.^*

⁸There are sixty queens and eighty concubines

and maidens without number.^*

⁹My 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?”^*

¹¹I 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.^*

¹²Before I was aware, my desire set me

in a chariot beside my prince.^l

^13mReturn, return, O Shulammite!

Return, return, that we may look upon you.

Why should you look upon the Shulammite,

as upon a dance before two armies?^n*

Expressions of Praise

⁷How graceful are your feet in sandals,

O queenly maiden!

Your rounded thighs are like jewels,

the work of a master hand.^*