Mar 03, 2024
Song of Solomon 6:1-7:10

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I Am My Beloved’s
The Daughters of Jerusalem
1 Where has your beloved gone,
​​O fairest among women?
​​Where has your beloved turned aside,
​​That we may seek him with you?
The Shulamite
2 ​​My beloved has gone to his garden,
​​To the beds of spices,
​​To feed his flock in the gardens,
​​And to gather lilies.
3 ​​I am my beloved’s,
​​And my beloved is mine.
​​He feeds his flock among the lilies.
Praise of the Shulamite’s Beauty
The Beloved
4 ​​O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah,
​​Lovely as Jerusalem,
​​Awesome as an army with banners!
5 ​​Turn your eyes away from me,
​​For they have overcome me.
​​Your hair is like a flock of goats
​​Going down from Gilead.
6 ​​Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
​​Which have come up from the washing;
​​Every one bears twins,
​​And none is barren among them.
7 ​​Like a piece of pomegranate
​​Are your temples behind your veil.
8 ​​There are sixty queens
​​And eighty concubines,
​​And virgins without number.
9 ​​My dove, my perfect 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.
10 ​​Who is she who looks forth as the morning,
​​Fair as the moon,
​​Clear as the sun,
​​Awesome as an army with banners?
The Shulamite
11 ​​I went down to the garden of nuts
​​To see the verdure of the valley,
​​To see whether the vine had budded
​​And the pomegranates had bloomed.
12 ​​Before I was even aware,
​​My soul had made me
​​As the chariots of my noble people.[fn]
The Beloved and His Friends
13 ​​Return, return, O Shulamite;
​​Return, return, that we may look upon you!
The Shulamite
​​What would you see in the Shulamite—
​​As it were, the dance of the two camps?

Expressions of Praise

The Beloved

1 How beautiful are your feet in sandals,

​​O prince’s daughter!

​​The curves of your thighs are like jewels,

​​The work of the hands of a skillful workman.

2 ​​Your navel is a rounded goblet;

​​It lacks no blended beverage.

​​Your waist is a heap of wheat

​​Set about with lilies.

3 ​​Your two breasts are like two fawns,

​​Twins of a gazelle.

4 ​​Your neck is like an ivory tower,

​​Your eyes like the pools in Heshbon

​​By the gate of Bath Rabbim.

​​Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon

​​Which looks toward Damascus.

5 ​​Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel,

​​And the hair of your head is like purple;

​​A king is held captive by your tresses.

6 ​​How fair and how pleasant you are,

​​O love, with your delights!

7 ​​This stature of yours is like a palm tree,

​​And your breasts like its clusters.

8 ​​I said, “I will go up to the palm tree,

​​I will take hold of its branches.”

​​Let now your breasts be like clusters of the vine,

​​The fragrance of your breath like apples,

9 ​​And the roof of your mouth like the best wine.

The Shulamite

​​The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved,

​​Moving gently the lips of sleepers.[fn]

10 ​​I am my beloved’s,

​​And his desire is toward me.