Song Of Songs 6

¹<I>Bride:</I> My beloved has descended to his garden, to the courtyard of aromatic plants, in order to pasture in the gardens and gather the lilies

²I am for my beloved, and my beloved is for me. He pastures among the lilies

³<I>Groom to Bride:</I> My love, you are beautiful: sweet and graceful, like Jerusalem; terrible, like an army in battle array

⁴Avert your eyes from me, for they have caused me fly away. Your hair is like a flock of goats, which have appeared out of Gilead

⁵Your teeth are like a flock of sheep, which have ascended from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren

⁶Like the skin of a pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for your hiddenness

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

⁸One is my dove, my perfect one. One is her mother; elect is she who bore her. The daughters saw her, and they proclaimed her most blessed. The queens and concubines saw her, and they praised her

⁹<I>Chorus to Groom:</I> Who is she, who advances like the rising dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as elect as the sun, as terrible as an army in battle array

¹⁰<I>Bride:</I> I descended to the garden of nuts, in order to see the fruits of the steep valleys, and to examine whether the vineyard had flourished and the pomegranates had produced buds

¹¹I did not understand. My soul was stirred up within me because of the chariots of Amminadab

¹²<I>Chorus to Bride:</I> Return, return, O Sulamitess. Return, return, so that we may consider you