Song of Solomon 6:1-13 in English

¹ Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That we may seek him with thee?

² My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³ I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth his flock among the lilies.

⁴ Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead.

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?

¹ Whither is thy kinsman gone, thou beautiful among women? whither has thy kinsman turned aside? tell us, and we will seek him with thee.

² My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³ I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds among the lilies.

⁴ Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as armies set in array.

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: thy hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.

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.

¹ Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.

² My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³ I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.

⁴ Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

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.

¹ Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.

² My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³ I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.

⁴ Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

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.

¹ My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

² I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds among the lilies.

³ You are fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as armies set in array.

⁴ Turn away your eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: your hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.

⁵ Your 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: your lips are as a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely.

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.

¹ Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither hath thy beloved turned him, that we may seek him with thee?

² My beloved is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³ I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth his flock among the lilies.

⁴ Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

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?

¹ You who are the most beautiful of all the women, where has the one who loves you gone? If you tell us which RHQ direction he went, we will go with you to search for him.

² The one who loves me has now come to me, who am like MET, EUP his garden, He has come to enjoy my ◄charms/physical attractions► which are like MET, EUP spices, to enjoy cuddling up to me EUP, MET, and kissing my lips, which are like MET lilies.

³ I belong to the one who loves me, and the one who loves me belongs to me; he enjoys kissing my lips like MET a shepherd enjoys taking care of his sheep.

⁴ My darling, you are beautiful, like SIM Tirzah the capital city of Israel and Jerusalem the capital city of Judah are beautiful; you are as exciting MET as a group/battalion of troops holding up their banners.

⁵ Quit looking at me like that, because your eyes excite me very much. Your long black hair moves from side to side like SIM a flock of black goats moving down the slopes of Gilead Mountain.

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?

¹ My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

² I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds amongst the lilies.

³ You are fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as armies set in array.

⁴ Turn away your eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: your hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.

⁵ Your teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren amongst them: your lips are as a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely.

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.

¹ Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?

² My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³ I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies.

⁴ You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

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?

¹ Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?

² My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³ I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies.

⁴ You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

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?

¹ Where has your beloved gone, you fairest amongst women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?

² My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³ I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses amongst the lilies.

⁴ You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

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?

¹ Where is your loved one gone, O most fair among women? Where is your loved one turned away, that we may go looking for him with you?

² My loved one is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to take food in the gardens, and to get lilies.

³ I am for my loved one, and my loved one is for me; he takes food among the lilies.

⁴ You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.

⁵ Let your eyes be turned away from me; see, they have overcome me; your hair is as a flock of goats which take their rest on the side of Gilead.

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.

¹ Whither is thy beloved gone, Thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? And we will seek him with thee.

² My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.

³ I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth his flock among the lilies.

⁴ Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.

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.

¹ My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of aromatical spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

² I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.

³ Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army set in array.

⁴ Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad.

⁵ Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.

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.

¹ So where has your love gone, most beautiful of women? Which direction did he go so we can look for him with you?

² My love has gone down to his garden, to his flowerbeds of spices. He enjoys feeding in the gardens and plucks lilies.

³ I am my love's, and my love is mine! He is the one who feeds among the lilies.

⁴ You are beautiful, my darling, as pretty as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem—you look stunning!

⁵ Please turn your eyes away from me—they're driving me insane! Your hair flows down like a flock of goats descending Mount Gilead.

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?

¹ My welbeloued is gone downe into his garden to the beds of spices, to feede in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

² I am my welbeloueds, and my welbeloued is mine, who feedeth among the lilies.

³ Thou art beautifull, my loue, as Tirzah, comely as Ierusale, terrible as an army with baners.

⁴ Turne away thine eyes from me: for they ouercome mee: thine heare is like a flocke of goates, which looke downe from Gilead.

⁵ Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe, which goe vp from the washing, which euery one bring out twinnes, and none is barren among them.

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?

¹ 'Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, that we may seek him with thee?'

² 'My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³ I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine, that feedeth among the lilies.'

⁴ Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from Gilead.

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.

¹ Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.

² My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³ I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth among the lilies.

⁴ Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: Thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

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.

¹ Whither is thy friend gone, O fairest of women? whither hath thy friend turned himself? that we may seek him with thee?—

² My beloved is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³ I am my friend's, and my friend is mine: he that feedeth among the lilies.—

⁴ Thou art beautiful, O my beloved, like Thirzah, comely like Jerusalem, terrible as armies encamped round their banners.

⁵ Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have excited me: thy hair is like a flock of goats that come quietly down from mount Gil'ad.

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.

¹ Whither is thy kinsman gone, Thou beautiful among women? Whither has thy kinsman turned aside? Tell us, and we will seek him with thee.

² My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, To feed his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³ I am my kinsman’s, and my kinsman is mine, Who feeds among the lilies.

⁴ Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, Beautiful as Jerusalem, Terrible as armies set in array.

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from before me, For they have ravished me: Thy hair is as flocks of goats Which have appeared from Gilead.

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.

¹ Lad. Whither is thy beloved gone, thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved betaken himself? That we may seek him with thee.

² M. My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of balsam, To feed in the gardens, And to gather lilies.

³ I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; He feedeth among the lilies.

⁴ Beautiful art thou, my love, as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem; But terrible as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from me! They overpower me! Thy locks are like a flock of goats, Which lie down upon Gilead.

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?

¹ Where has your beloved gone, most beautiful among women? In what direction has your beloved gone, so that we may seek him with you?

² My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the garden and to gather lilies.

³ I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies with pleasure.

⁴ You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as lovely as Jerusalem, as awe-inspiring as an army with its banners.

⁵ Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats going down from the slopes of Gilead.

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?

¹ Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?

² My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³ I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies.

⁴ You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

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?

¹ Where has your beloved gone, you fairest amongst women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?

² My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³ I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses amongst the lilies.

⁴ You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

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?

¹ Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.

² My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³ I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.

⁴ Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

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.

¹ Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?

² My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³ I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies.

⁴ You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

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?

¹ Where has your beloved gone, you fairest amongst women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?

² My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³ I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses amongst the lilies.

⁴ You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

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?

¹ Thou fairest of women, whither went away thy darling? whither bowed down thy darling? and we shall seek him with thee.

² My darling went down into his orchard, to the garden of sweet smelling spices, that he be fed there in the orchards, and gather lilies.

³ I to my darling; and my darling, that is fed among the lilies, be to me.

⁴ My love, thou art fair, sweet and shapely as Jerusalem, thou art fearedful as the battle array of hosts set in good order.

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from me, for they made me to flee away; thine hairs be as the flocks of goats, that appeared from Gilead.

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?

¹ Thou fairest of women, whither went away thy darling? whither bowed down thy darling? and we shall seek him with thee. (O most beautiful of women, where did thy darling go? where did thy darling lie down? yea, we shall seek him with thee.)

² My darling went down into his orchard, to the garden of sweet smelling spices, that he be fed there in the orchards, and gather lilies.

³ I to my darling; and my darling, that is fed among the lilies, be to me. (I am for my darling; and my darling, he who is fed among the lilies, is for me.)

⁴ My love, thou art fair, sweet and shapely as Jerusalem, thou art fearedful as the battle array of hosts set in good order. (My love, thou art as beautiful as Tirzah, and as lovely as Jerusalem, and thou art as awesome as the battle array of armies set in good order.)

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from me, for they made me to flee away; thine hairs be as the flocks of goats, that appeared from Gilead, (or thy hair is like the flocks of goats, that appeared from Gilead).

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!)

¹ Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?

² My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³ I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

⁴ Fair art thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.

⁵ Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair is as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,

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?