Song of Solomon 6:4–8:4
He
[4] You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
[5] Turn away your eyes from me, for they overwhelm me— Your hair is like a flock of goats leaping down the slopes of Gilead.
[6] Your teeth are like a flock of ewes that have come up from the washing; all of them bear twins; not one among them has lost its young.
[7] Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate 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, pure to her who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines also, and they praised her.
[10] “Who is this who looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awesome as an army with banners?”
She
[11] I went down to the nut orchard to look at the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
[12] Before I was aware, my desire set me among the chariots of my kinsman, a prince.
Others
[13] Return, return, O Shulammite, return, return, that we may look upon you.
He
Why should you look upon the Shulammite, as upon a dance before two armies?
[7:1] How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O noble daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand.
[2] Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat, encircled with lilies.
[3] Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
[4] Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, which looks toward Damascus.
[5] Your head crowns you like Carmel, and your flowing locks are like purple; a king is held captive in the tresses.
[6] How beautiful and pleasant you are, O loved one, with all your delights!
[7] Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.
[8] I say I will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its fruit. Oh may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples,
[9] and your mouth like the best wine.
She
It goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over lips and teeth.
[10] I am my beloved’s, and his desire is for me.
[11] Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields and lodge in the villages;
[12] let us go out early to the vineyards and see whether the vines have budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.
[13] The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and beside our doors are all choice fruits, new as well as old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.
[8:1] Oh that you were like a brother to me who nursed at my mother’s breasts! If I found you outside, I would kiss you, and none would despise me.
[2] I would lead you and bring you into the house of my mother— she who used to teach me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the juice of my pomegranate.
[3] His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me!
[4] I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up or awaken love until it pleases. (ESV)
