Song of Solomon 6:6-13 in English

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.

¹² Before I was aware, my soul set me Among the chariots of my princely people.

¹³ Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, As upon the dance of Mahanaim?

⁶ Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren among them: thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely.

⁷ Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, being seen without thy veil.

⁸ There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.

⁹ My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yea, and the concubines, and they will praise her.

¹⁰ Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as armies set in array?

¹¹ I went down to the garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine flowered, if the pomegranates blossomed.

¹² There I will give thee my breasts: my soul knew it not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab.

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.

¹² Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.

¹³ Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.

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.

¹² Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.

¹³ Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.

⁶ Your cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, being seen without your veil.

⁷ There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.

⁸ My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yes, and the concubines, and they will praise her.

⁹ Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as armies set in array?

¹⁰ I went down to the garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine flowered, if the pomegranates blossomed.

¹¹ There I will give you my breasts: my soul knew it not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab.

¹² Return, return, O Sunamite; return, return, and we will look at you. What will you° see in the Sunamite? She comes as bands of armies.

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.

¹² Or ever I was aware, my soul set me among the chariots of my princely people.

¹³ Return, return, O Shulammite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, as upon the dance of Mahanaim?

⁶ Your teeth are very white like SIM a flock of sheep whose wool has just been shorn and that have come up from being washed in a stream. You have all of your teeth; none of them is missing.

⁷ Beneath your veil, your cheeks are like SIM the halves of a pomegranate.

⁸ Even if a king had 60 queens and 80 ◄concubines/slave wives► and more young women than anyone can count,

⁹ none of them would be like my dove, who is perfect, you who are your mother's only daughter, whom your mother considers to be very precious. Other young women who see you say that you are fortunate, and the queens and concubines recognize that you are very beautiful.

¹⁰ Who is RHQ this woman who is as delightful as SIM the dawn, as fair/delightful to look at as the light of the moon, as exciting as a group/battalion of troops holding up their banners?

¹¹ I went down to some walnut trees to look at the new plants that were growing in the valley. I wanted to see if the grapevines had budded or if the pomegranate trees were blooming.

¹² But before I realized it, my desire to make love caused me to be as excited as a prince riding in a chariot.

¹³ You who are the perfect one, come back to us, in order that we may see you! Why do you want to look at this woman who is perfect, like SIM you like to watch two rows/lines of people dancing?

⁶ Your cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, being seen without your veil.

⁷ There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.

⁸ My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yes, and the concubines, and they will praise her.

⁹ Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as armies set in array?

¹⁰ I went down to the garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine flowered, if the pomegranates blossomed.

¹¹ There I will give you my breasts: my soul knew it not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab.

¹² Return, return, O Sunamite; return, return, and we will look at you. What will you° see in the Sunamite? She comes as bands of armies.

⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved among them.

⁷ Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁸ There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

⁹ My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

¹¹ I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.

¹² Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.

¹³ Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?

⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved among them.

⁷ Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁸ There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

⁹ My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

¹¹ I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.

¹² Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.

¹³ Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?

⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved amongst them.

⁷ Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁸ There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

⁹ My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favourite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

¹¹ I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.

¹² Without realising it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.

¹³ Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?

⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.

⁷ Like pomegranate fruit are the sides of your head under your veil.

⁸ There are sixty queens, and eighty servant-wives, and young girls without number.

⁹ My dove, my very beautiful one, is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the dearest one of her who gave her birth. The daughters saw her, and gave her a blessing; yes, the queens and the servant-wives, and they gave her praises.

¹⁰ Who is she, looking down as the morning light, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, who is to be feared like an army with flags?

¹¹ I went down into the garden of nuts to see the green plants of the valley, and to see if the vine was in bud, and the pomegranate-trees were in flower.

¹² Before I was conscious of it, ...

¹³ Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, so that our eyes may see you. What will you see in the Shulammite? A sword-dance.

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.

¹² Before I was aware, My soul set me upon the chariots of my willing people.

¹³ Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. — What would ye look upon in the Shulamite? — As it were the dance of two camps.

⁶ Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.

⁷ There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.

⁸ One is my dove, my perfect one is but one, she is the only one of her mother, the chosen of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and declared her most blessed: the queens and concubines, and they praised her.

⁹ Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?

¹⁰ I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the fruits of the valleys, and to look if the vineyard had flourished, and the pomegranates budded.

¹¹ I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.

¹² Return, return, O Sulamitess: return, return that we may behold thee.

⁶ Your teeth are as white as a flock of sheep that are just shorn and washed. None of them are missing—they are all perfectly matched!

⁷ Your cheeks are the blushing color of pomegranates behind your veil.

⁸ There may be sixty queens and eighty concubines, and countless more women,

⁹ but my love, my perfect love, she's the only one! She's her mother's favorite, special to the one who gave birth to her. Young women see her and say how lucky she is; queens and concubines sing her praises.

¹⁰ Who is this who is like the dawn shining down from above, beautiful as the moon, bright as the shining sun? You look stunning!

¹¹ I went down to the walnut orchard to see if the trees were in leaf in the valley, to find out whether the grapevines had budded or the pomegranates were in bloom.

¹² I was so excited it was like I was riding in a royal chariot.

¹³ Come back, come back, Shulammite woman; come back, come back, so we can look at you! Woman: Why do you want to look at the Shulammite dancing the dance of two camps?

⁶ Thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.

⁷ There are threescore Queenes and fourescore concubines and of the damsels without nober.

⁸ But my doue is alone, and my vndefiled, she is the onely daughter of her mother, and shee is deare to her that bare her: the daughters haue seene her and counted her blessed: euen the Queenes and the concubines, and they haue praised her.

⁹ Who is shee that looketh foorth as the morning, fayre as the moone, pure as the sunne, terrible as an armie with banners!

¹⁰ I went downe to the garden of nuttes, to see the fruites of the valley, to see if the vine budded, and if the pomegranates flourished.

¹¹ I knewe nothing, my soule set me as the charets of my noble people.

¹² Returne, returne, O Shulamite, returne: returne that we may behold thee. What shall you see in the Shulamite, but as the company of an armie?

⁶ Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.

⁷ Thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.

⁸ There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and maidens 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 bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her happy; yea, 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 an army with banners?

¹¹ I went down into the garden of nuts, to look at the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.

¹² Before I was aware, my soul set me upon the chariots of my princely people.

¹³ (7-1) Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulammite? As it were a dance of two companies.

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.

¹² Or ever I was aware, My soul made me like the chariots of Ammi-nadib.

¹³ Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.

⁶ Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes which are come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and there is not one among them that is deprived of her young.

⁷ Like the half of the pomegranate is the upper part of thy cheek behind thy vail.

⁸ Sixty are the queens, and eighty the concubines, and the young women without number;

⁹ But one alone is my dove, my guiltless one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the chosen of her that bore her: maidens see her, and call her happy; yea, queens and concubines, and praise her.

¹⁰ Who is this that shineth forth like the morning-dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as armies encamped round their banners?

¹¹ Into the nut-garden was I gone down, to look about among the plants of the valley, to see whether the vine had blossomed, whether the pomegranates had budded.

¹² I knew not how it was, my soul made me like the chariots of my noble people.

¹³ (7:1) Return, return, O Shulammith; return, return, that we may look upon thee. “What will ye see in the Shulammith?” As though it were the dance of a double company.

⁶ Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, That have gone up from the washing, All of them bearing twins, And there is none barren among them: Thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, And thy speech is comely.

⁷ Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, Being seen without thy veil.

⁸ There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, And maidens without number.

⁹ My dove, my perfect one is one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, Yea, and the concubines, and they will praise her.

¹⁰ Who is this that looks forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, choice as the sun, Terrible as armies set in array?

¹¹ I went down to the garden of nuts, To look at the fruits of the valley, To see if the vine flowered, If the pomegranates blossomed.

¹² There I will give thee my breasts: My soul knew it not: It made me as the chariots of Amminadab.

⁶ Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep, Which come up from the washing-place, Of which every one hath twins, And none is barren among them.

⁷ As a divided pomegranate Are thy cheeks behind thy veil.

⁸ Threescore are the queens, and fourscore the concubines, And the maidens without number.

⁹ But my dove, my undefiled, is the one; She is the incomparable one of her mother, The darling of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; The queens and concubines, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Lov. Who is this that looketh forth like the morning, Fair as the moon, bright as the sun, And terrible as an army with banners?

¹¹ M. I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine blossomed, And the pomegranates budded.

¹² Or ever I was aware, My soul had made me like the chariots of the prince's train.

¹³ Lad. Return, return, O Shulamite! Return, return, that we may look upon thee! M. Why should ye look upon the Shulamite, As upon a dance of the hosts?

⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of ewes coming up from the washing place. Each one has a twin, and none among them is bereaved.

⁷ Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves behind your veil.

⁸ There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and young women without number.

⁹ My dove, my undefiled, is the only one; she is the only daughter of her mother; she is the favorite one of the woman who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines saw her also, and they praised her:

¹⁰ “Who is this who appears like the dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as bright as the sun, as awe-inspiring as an army with its banners?”

¹¹ I went down into the grove of nut trees to see the young growth in the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, and whether the pomegranates were in bloom.

¹² I was so happy that I felt I was riding in the chariot of a prince.

¹³ Turn back, turn back, you perfect woman; turn back, turn back so that we may gaze on you. The woman speaking to the friends Why do you gaze on the perfect woman, as if on the dance between two armies?

⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved among them.

⁷ Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁸ There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

⁹ My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

¹¹ I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.

¹² Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.

¹³ Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?

⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved amongst them.

⁷ Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁸ There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

⁹ My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favourite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

¹¹ I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.

¹² Without realising it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.

¹³ Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?

⁶ Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, of which every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.

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

⁸ There are sixty queens, and eighty 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 bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yes , 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.

¹² Or ere I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.

¹³ Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.

⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved among them.

⁷ Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁸ There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

⁹ My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

¹¹ I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.

¹² Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.

¹³ Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?

⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved amongst them.

⁷ Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁸ There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

⁹ My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favourite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

¹¹ I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.

¹² Without realising it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.

¹³ Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?

⁶ Thy teeth be as a flock of sheep, that went up from the washing; all be with double lambs, either twins, and no barren there is among them.

⁷ As the rind of a pomegranate, so be thy cheeks, without thy privates.

⁸ Sixty be queens, and eighty be secondary wives; and of young damsels is none number.

⁹ One is my culver, my perfect spousess, one is to her mother, and is the chosen of her mother; the daughters of Zion saw her, and preached her most blessed; queens, and secondary wives, praised her.

¹⁰ Who is this, that goeth forth, as the morrowtide rising, fair as the moon, chosen as the sun, fearedful as the battle array of hosts set in good order?

¹¹ I came down into mine orchard, to see the apples of great valleys, and to behold, if vineries had flowered, and if the pomegranate trees had burgeoned.

¹² I knew not; my soul troubled me, for the chariots of Amminadib.

¹³ Turn again, turn again, thou Shulamite; turn again, turn again, that we behold thee. What shalt thou see in the Shulamite, but companies of hosts?

⁶ Thy teeth be as a flock of sheep, that went up from the washing; all be with double lambs, either twins, and no barren there is among them. (Thy teeth be like a flock of sheep, that went up from the washing; all of them be with double lambs, or with twins, and there is no barren among them.)

⁷ As the rind of a pomegranate, so be thy cheeks, without thy privates. (Like the rind of a pomegranate, so be thy cheeks, behind thy veil.)

⁸ Sixty be queens, and eighty be secondary wives; and of young damsels is none number. (There be sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and of young women, or of maidens, there is no number.)

⁹ One is my culver, my perfect spousess, one is to her mother, and is the chosen of her mother; the daughters of Zion saw her, and preached her most blessed; queens, and secondary wives, praised her. (But only one is my dove, my perfect spousess, the only daughter of her mother, yea, the chosen of her mother; the daughters of Zion saw her, and proclaimed her most blessed; queens, and concubines, praised her.)

¹⁰ Who is this, that goeth forth, as the morrowtide rising, fair as the moon, chosen as the sun, fearedful as the battle array of hosts set in good order? (Who is this, who goeth forth, like daybreak, beautiful as the moon, chosen as the sun, as awesome as the battle array of armies set in good order?)

¹¹ I came down into mine orchard, to see the apples of (the) great valleys, and to behold, if vineries had flowered, (or and to see, if the vines had flowered), and if the pomegranate trees had burgeoned.

¹² I knew not; my soul troubled me, for the chariots of Amminadib. (But I knew not anything for sure; and my soul troubled me, like the chariots of Amminadib.)

¹³ Turn again, turn again, thou Shulamite; turn again, turn again, that we behold thee. What shalt thou see in the Shulamite, but companies of hosts? (Return, yea, return, O Shulamite; return, yea, return, so that we can see thee. How all of thee love to behold the Shulamite, as she danceth before thee!)

⁶ Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

⁷ As the work of the pomegranate is thy temple behind thy veil.

⁸ Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.

⁹ One is my dove, my perfect one, One she is of her mother, The choice one she is of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.

¹⁰ 'Who is this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon — clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'

¹¹ Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed —

¹² I knew not my soul, It made me — chariots of my people Nadib.

¹³ Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?