Song 6 – Song 8
1Whither is thy beloved gone,
O thou fairest among women?
Whither hath thy beloved turned him,
That we may seek him with thee?
2My beloved is gone down to his garden,
To the beds of spices,
To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine;
He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,
4Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah,
Comely as Jerusalem,
Terrible as an army with banners.
5Turn away thine eyes from me,
For they have overcome me.
Thy hair is as a flock of goats,
That lie along the side of Gilead.
6Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes,
Which are come up from the washing;
Whereof every one hath twins,
And none is bereaved among them.
7Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate
Behind thy veil.
8There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines,
And virgins without number.
9My dove, my undefiled, is [but] one;
She is the only one of her mother;
She is the choice one of her that bare her.
The daughters saw her, and called her blessed;
[Yea], the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10Who is she that looketh forth as the morning,
Fair as the moon,
Clear as the sun,
Terrible as an army with banners?
11I went down into the garden of nuts,
To see the green plants of the valley,
To see whether the vine budded,
[And] the pomegranates were in flower.
12Before I was aware, my soul set me
[Among] the chariots of my princely people.
13Return, return, O Shulammite;
Return, return, that we may look upon thee.
Why will ye look upon the Shulammite,
As upon the dance of Mahanaim?
1How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter!
Thy rounded thighs are like jewels,
The work of the hands of a skilful workman.
2Thy body is [like] a round goblet,
[Wherein] no mingled wine is wanting:
Thy waist is [like] a heap of wheat
Set about with lilies.
3Thy two breasts are like two fawns
That are twins of a roe.
4Thy neck is like the tower of ivory;
Thine eyes [as] the pools in Heshbon,
By the gate of Bath-rabbim;
Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon
Which looketh toward Damascus.
5Thy head upon thee is like Carmel,
And the hair of thy head like purple;
The king is held captive in the tresses [thereof].
6How fair and how pleasant art thou,
O love, for delights!
7This thy stature is like to a palm-tree,
And thy breasts to its clusters.
8I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree,
I will take hold of the branches thereof:
Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine,
And the smell of thy breath like apples,
9And thy mouth like the best wine,
That goeth down smoothly for my beloved,
Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.
10I am my beloved’s;
And his desire is toward me.
11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field;
Let us lodge in the villages.
12Let us get up early to the vineyards;
Let us see whether the vine hath budded,
[And] its blossom is open,
[And] the pomegranates are in flower:
There will I give thee my love.
13The mandrakes give forth fragrance;
And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old,
Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
1Oh that thou wert as my brother,
That sucked the breasts of my mother!
[When] I should find thee without, I would kiss thee;
Yea, and none would despise me.
2I would lead thee, [and] bring thee into my mother’s house,
Who would instruct me;
I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine,
Of the juice of my pomegranate.
3His left hand [should be] under my head,
And his right hand should embrace me.
4I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love,
Until he please.
5Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness,
Leaning upon her beloved?
Under the apple-tree I awakened thee:
There thy mother was in travail with thee,
There was she in travail that brought thee forth.
6Set me as a seal upon thy heart,
As a seal upon thine arm:
For love is strong as death;
Jealousy is cruel as Sheol;
The flashes thereof are flashes of fire,
A very flame of Jehovah.
7Many waters cannot quench love,
Neither can floods drown it:
If a man would give all the substance of his house for love,
He would utterly be contemned.
8We have a little sister,
And she hath no breasts:
What shall we do for our sister
In the day when she shall be spoken for?
9If she be a wall,
We will build upon her a turret of silver:
And if she be a door,
We will inclose her with boards of cedar.
10I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers [thereof]
Then was I in his eyes as one that found peace.
11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon;
He let out the vineyard unto keepers;
Every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand [pieces]
of silver.
12My vineyard, which is mine, is before me:
Thou, O Solomon, shalt have the thousand,
And those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
13Thou that dwellest in the gardens,
The companions hearken for thy voice:
Cause me to hear it.
14Make haste, my beloved,
And be thou like to a roe or to a young hart
Upon the mountains of spices.
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