Song of Solomon 6:4-12

New King James Version

Praise of the Shulamite’s Beauty

The Beloved

⁴O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah,
Lovely as Jerusalem,
Awesome as an army with banners!
⁵Turn your eyes away from me,
For they have ^[a]overcome me.
Your hair is ^(A)like a flock of goats
Going down from Gilead.
⁶^(B)Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
Which have come up from the washing;
Every one bears twins,
And none is ^[b]barren among them.
⁷^(C)Like a piece of pomegranate
Are your temples behind your veil.

⁸There are sixty queens
And eighty concubines,
And ^(D)virgins without number.
⁹My dove, my ^(E)perfect one,
Is the only one,
The only one of her mother,
The favorite of the one who bore her.
The daughters saw her
And called her blessed,
The queens and the concubines,
And they praised her.

¹⁰Who is she who looks forth as the morning,
Fair as the moon,
Clear as the sun,
^(F)Awesome as an army with banners?

The Shulamite

¹¹I went down to the garden of nuts
To see the verdure of the valley,
^(G)To see whether the vine had budded
And the pomegranates had bloomed.
¹²Before I was even aware,
My soul had made me
As the chariots of ^[c]my noble people.