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Song of Songs 6 - 7
Solomon and His Bride Extol Each Other
“Where has your beloved gone,
O most beautiful 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 shepherd his flock in the gardens
And gather lilies.
3 I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine,
He who shepherds his flock among the lilies.”
4
“You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling,
As lovely as Jerusalem,
As majestic as an army with banners.
5 Turn your eyes away from me,
For they have overwhelmed me;
Your hair is like a flock of goats
That have leapt down from Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
Which have come up from their washing,
All of which bear twins,
And not one among them has lost her young.
7 Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate
Behind your veil.
8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,
And maidens without number;
9 She is the only one—my dove, my perfect one;
She is the only one of her mother;
She is the pure one of her who bore her.
The daughters saw her and called her blessed,
The queens and the concubines also, and they praised her, saying,
10 ‘Who is this that looks down like the dawn,
As beautiful as the full moon,
As pure as the sun,
As majestic as an army with banners?’
11
I went down to the garden of nut trees
To see the blossoms of the valley,
To see whether the vine had flourished
Or the pomegranates had bloomed.
12 I did not know it, but my soul set me
Among the chariots of my noble people.”
13
“Come back, come back, O Shulammite;
Come back, come back, that we may behold you!”
“Why should you behold the Shulammite,
As at the dance of the two companies?
“How beautiful are your feet in sandals,
O noble’s daughter!
The curves of your thighs are like ornaments,
The work of the hands of an artist.
2 Your navel is like a round basin
Which never lacks mixed wine;
Your belly is like a heap of wheat
Encircled with lilies.
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle.
4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory,
Your eyes like the pools in Heshbon
By the gate of Bath‑rabbim;
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon,
Which faces toward Damascus.
5 Your head crowns you like Carmel,
And the flowing locks of your head are like purple threads;
The king is captivated by your tresses.
6 How beautiful and how pleasant you are,
My love, with all your pleasures!
7 Your stature is like a palm tree,
And your breasts are like its clusters.
8 I said, ‘I will climb the palm tree;
I will seize its fruit stalks.’
Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
And the fragrance of your breath like apples,
9 And your mouth like the best wine!”
“It goes down smoothly for my beloved,
Flowing gently through the lips of those who fall asleep.
The Union of Love
10“I am my beloved’s,
And his desire is for me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields,
Let us spend the night in the villages.
12 Let us rise early and go to the vineyards;
Let us see whether the vine has flourished
And its blossoms have opened,
And whether the pomegranates have bloomed.
There I will give you my love.
13 The mandrakes have given forth fragrance;
And over our doors are all choice fruits,
Both new and old,
Which I have treasured up for you, my beloved.
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