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Song of Solomon 6 Good News Translation (GNT)

Most beautiful of women,
    where has your lover gone?
Tell us which way your lover went,
    so that we can help you find him.

The Woman

My lover has gone to his garden,
    where the balsam trees grow.
He is feeding his flock in the garden
    and gathering lilies.
My lover is mine, and I am his;
    he feeds his flock among the lilies.

The Fifth Song

The Man

My love, you are as beautiful as Jerusalem,
    as lovely as the city of Tirzah,
    as breathtaking as these great cities.[a]
Turn your eyes away from me;
    they are holding me captive.
Your hair dances like a flock of goats
    bounding down the hills of Gilead.
Your teeth are as white as a flock of sheep
    that have just been washed.
Not one of them is missing;
    they are all perfectly matched.
Your cheeks glow behind your veil.
Let the king have sixty queens, eighty concubines,
    young women without number!
But I love only one,
    and she is as lovely as a dove.
She is her mother's only daughter,
    her mother's favorite child.
All women look at her and praise her;
    queens and concubines sing her praises.

10 Who is this whose glance is like the dawn?
She is beautiful and bright,
    as dazzling as the sun or the moon.[b]
11 I have come down among the almond trees
    to see the young plants in the valley,
    to see the new leaves on the vines
    and the blossoms on the pomegranate trees.
12 I am trembling; you have made me as eager for love
    as a chariot driver is for battle.[c]

The Women

13 Dance, dance,[d] girl of Shulam.
Let us watch you as you dance.

The Woman

Why do you want to watch me
    as I dance between the rows of onlookers?


  1. Song of Solomon 6:4 as breathtaking as … cities; Hebrew unclear.
  2. Song of Solomon 6:10 as dazzling as … moon; Hebrew unclear.
  3. Song of Solomon 6:12 Verse 12 in Hebrew is unclear.
  4. Song of Solomon 6:13 Dance, dance; or Come back, come back.
Good News Translation (GNT)

Copyright © 1992 by American Bible Society

Song of Solomon 6 New Revised Standard Version (NRSV)

Where has your beloved gone,
    O fairest among women?
Which way has your beloved turned,
    that we may seek him with you?

My beloved has gone down to his garden,
    to the beds of spices,
to pasture his flock in the gardens,
    and to gather lilies.
I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine;
    he pastures his flock among the lilies.

The Bride’s Matchless Beauty

You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love,
    comely as Jerusalem,
    terrible as an army with banners.
Turn away your eyes from me,
    for they overwhelm me!
Your hair is like a flock of goats,
    moving down the slopes of Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes,
    that have come up from the washing;
all of them bear twins,
    and not one among them is bereaved.
Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
    behind your veil.
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,
    and maidens without number.
My dove, my perfect one, is the only one,
    the darling of her mother,
    flawless to her that bore her.
The maidens saw her and called her happy;
    the queens and concubines also, and they praised her.
10 “Who is this that looks forth like the dawn,
    fair as the moon, bright as the sun,
    terrible as an army with banners?”

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 fancy set me
    in a chariot beside my prince.[a]

13 [b] Return, return, O Shulammite!
    Return, return, that we may look upon you.

Why should you look upon the Shulammite,
    as upon a dance before two armies?[c]


  1. Song of Solomon 6:12 Cn: Meaning of Heb uncertain
  2. Song of Solomon 6:13 Ch 7.1 in Heb
  3. Song of Solomon 6:13 Or dance of Mahanaim
New Revised Standard Version (NRSV)

New Revised Standard Version Bible, copyright © 1989 the Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

Song of Solomon 6 Complete Jewish Bible (CJB)


Where has your darling gone,
you most beautiful of women?
Which way did your darling turn,
so that we can help you find him?


My darling went down to his garden,
to the beds of spices,
to pasture his flock in the gardens
and to gather lilies.
I belong to the man I love, and he belongs to me;
he pastures his flock among the lilies.


You are as beautiful as Tirtzah, my love,
as lovely as Yerushalayim,
but formidable as an army
marching under banners.
Turn your eyes away from me,
because they overwhelm me!

Your hair is like a flock of goats
streaming down Gil‘ad.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
that have just come up from being washed;
each of them is matched,
and none of them is missing.
Your cheeks are like a pomegranate
split open behind your veil.

There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,
as well as young women beyond number;
but my dove, my perfect one, is unique,
her mother’s only child,
the darling of the one who bore her.
The daughters see her and call her happy;
the queens and concubines praise her.
10 “Who is this, shining forth like the dawn,
fair as the moon, bright as the sun” —
but formidable as an army
marching under banners?


11 I had gone down to the nut orchard
to see the fresh green plants in the valley,
to see if the vine had budded,
or if the pomegranate trees were in bloom.
12 Before I knew it, I found myself
in a chariot, and with me was a prince.

Complete Jewish Bible (CJB)

Copyright © 1998 by David H. Stern. All rights reserved.

Song of Solomon 6 The Message (MSG)

The Chorus

So where has this love of yours gone,
    fair one?
Where on earth can he be?
    Can we help you look for him?

The Woman

2-3 Never mind. My lover is already on his way to his garden,
    to browse among the flowers, touching the colors and forms.
I am my lover’s and my lover is mine.
    He caresses the sweet-smelling flowers.

The Man

4-7 Dear, dear friend and lover,
    you’re as beautiful as Tirzah, city of delights,
Lovely as Jerusalem, city of dreams,
    the ravishing visions of my ecstasy.
Your beauty is too much for me—I’m in over my head.
    I’m not used to this! I can’t take it in.
Your hair flows and shimmers
    like a flock of goats in the distance
    streaming down a hillside in the sunshine.
Your smile is generous and full—
    expressive and strong and clean.
Your veiled cheeks
    are soft and radiant.

8-9 There’s no one like her on earth,
    never has been, never will be.
She’s a woman beyond compare.
    My dove is perfection,
Pure and innocent as the day she was born,
    and cradled in joy by her mother.
Everyone who came by to see her
    exclaimed and admired her—
All the fathers and mothers, the neighbors and friends,
    blessed and praised her:

10 “Has anyone ever seen anything like this—
    dawn-fresh, moon-lovely, sun-radiant,
    ravishing as the night sky with its galaxies of stars?”

11-12 One day I went strolling through the orchard,
    looking for signs of spring,
Looking for buds about to burst into flower,
    anticipating readiness, ripeness.
Before I knew it my heart was raptured,
    carried away by lofty thoughts!

13 Dance, dance, dear Shulammite, Angel-Princess!
    Dance, and we’ll feast our eyes on your grace!
Everyone wants to see the Shulammite dance
    her victory dances of love and peace.

The Message (MSG)

Copyright © 1993, 2002, 2018 by Eugene H. Peterson

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