Song 6
1
My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed his flock in
the gardens, and to gather lilies.
2
I am my kinsman’s, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds among the lilies.
3
You are fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as armies
set in array.
4
Turn away your eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: your hair is as flocks
of goats which have appeared from Galaad.
5
Your teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing, all of
them bearing twins, and there is none barren among them: your lips are as a thread
of scarlet, and your speech is beautiful.
6
Your cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, being seen without your veil.
7
There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
8
My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice
of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed,
yea, and the concubines, and they will praise her.
9
Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun,
terrible as armies set in array?
10
I went down to the garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if
the vine flowered, if the pomegranates blossomed.
11
There I will give you my breasts: my soul knew it not: it made me as the chariots
of Aminadab.
12
Return, return, O Sunamite; return, return, and we will look at you. What will you
see in the Sunamite? Or, O you that come, etc. She comes as bands of armies.