Song of Solomon 6

Revised Geneva Translation

6 “My well-beloved has gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens and gather lilies.

² “I am my well-beloved’s. And my well-beloved is mine, who feeds among the lilies.”

³ “You, my love, are beautiful as Tirzah, as comely as Jerusalem, as terrible as an army with banners.

⁴ “Turn away your eyes from me, for they overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, which look down from Gilead.

⁵ “Your teeth are like a flock of sheep, which go up from the washing, from which each one brings out twins. And none is barren among them.

⁶ “Your temples are as a piece of a pomegranate within your locks.

⁷ “There are sixty queens and eighty concubines and virgins without number.

⁸ “But my dove is alone. My undefiled, she is the only daughter of her mother, and she is dear to her who bore her. The daughters have seen her and counted her blessed, as have the queens and the concubines, and they have praised her.

⁹ “Who is she who looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, pure as the Sun, awesome as an army with banners!

¹⁰ “I went down to the garden of nuts, to see the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine budded, and if the pomegranates flourished.

¹¹ “I knew nothing. My soul set me as the chariots of my noble people.

¹² “Return! Return, O Shulamite, return! Return so that we may behold you!” “What shall you see in the Shulamite—the dance of two armies, as it were?”