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Friends of the Woman

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

The Woman

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

The Man

You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love,
    comely as Jerusalem,
    awesome as an army with banners!
Turn your eyes away from me,
    for they overwhelm me!
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    streaming down from Gilead.
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;
your cheeks are like halves
    of a pomegranate behind your veil.
There are sixty queens
    and eighty concubines,
    and virgins without number.
My dove, my perfect one, is the only one,
    the only one of her mother,
    choice to her who bore her.
The maidens saw her and called her blessed;
    the queens and concubines also, and they praised her.

10 Who is this who looks forth like the dawn,
    fair as the moon, radiant as the sun,
    awesome 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 soul set me in a chariot beside my prince.

Friends of the Woman

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

The Man

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

Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 6:13 7:1 in the Heb. text.
  2. Song of Songs 6:13 Or dance of Mahanaim.

Whither is thy beloved gone,
O thou fairest among women?
Whither hath thy beloved turned him,
That we may seek him with thee?

My beloved is gone down to his garden,
To the beds of [a]spices,
To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine:
He feedeth his flock among the lilies.

Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah,
Comely as Jerusalem,
Terrible as [b]an army with banners.
Turn away thine eyes from me,
For they [c]have overcome me.
Thy hair is as a flock of goats,
That lie along the side of Gilead.
Thy 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.
Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate
Behind thy veil.
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines,
And [d]virgins without number.
My dove, my [e]undefiled, is but one;
She is the only one of her mother;
She is the [f]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.

10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning,
Fair as the moon,
[g]Clear as the sun,
Terrible as an army with banners?

11 I 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.
12 Before I was aware, my [h]soul [i]set me
Among the chariots of my [j]princely people.

13 Return, return, O Shulammite;
Return, return, that we may look upon thee.
Why will ye look upon the Shulammite,
As upon the dance [k]of Mahanaim?

Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 6:2 Or, balsam
  2. Song of Solomon 6:4 Hebrew bannered hosts.
  3. Song of Solomon 6:5 Or, make me afraid
  4. Song of Solomon 6:8 Or, maidens
  5. Song of Solomon 6:9 Hebrew perfect.
  6. Song of Solomon 6:9 Or, pure
  7. Song of Solomon 6:10 Or, Pure
  8. Song of Solomon 6:12 Or, desire
  9. Song of Solomon 6:12 Or, made me like the chariots of Amminadib
  10. Song of Solomon 6:12 Or, willing
  11. Song of Solomon 6:13 Or, of two companies