Song of Solomon 6:10-8:4

Holman Christian Standard Bible

¹⁰ Y^[a] Who is this^[b](A) who shines like the dawn—
as beautiful as the moon,
bright as the sun,
awe-inspiring as an army with banners?^(B)

¹¹ W I came down to the walnut grove
to see the blossoms of the valley,
to see if the vines were budding^(C)
and the pomegranates blooming.
¹² Before I knew it,
my desire put me
among the chariots of my noble people.^[c]

^13 [d]Y Come back, come back, Shulammite!^[e][f]
Come back, come back, that we may look at you!

M Why are you looking at the Shulammite,
as you look at the dance^(D) of the two camps?^[g](E)
7 How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess!^[h](F)
The curves of your thighs are like jewelry,
the handiwork of a master.
² Your navel is a rounded bowl;
it never lacks mixed wine.
Your waist^[i] is a mound of wheat
surrounded by lilies.
³ Your breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle.^(G)
4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory,^(H)
your eyes like pools in Heshbon
by the gate of Bath-rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon
looking toward Damascus.
⁵ Your head crowns you^[j] like Mount Carmel,
the hair of your head like purple cloth—
a king could be held captive^(I) in your tresses.
⁶ How beautiful you are and how pleasant,^(J)
my love, with such delights!
⁷ Your stature is like a palm tree;
your breasts are clusters of fruit.
⁸ I said, “I will climb the palm tree
and take hold of its fruit.”^(K)
May your breasts be like clusters of grapes,
and the fragrance of your breath like apricots.^(L)
9 Your mouth^[k] is like fine wine^(M)—

W flowing smoothly for my love,
gliding past my lips and teeth!^[l]
10 I belong to my love,
and his desire^(N) is for me.^(O)

¹¹ Come, my love,
let’s go to the field;
let’s spend the night among the henna blossoms.^[m]
12 Let’s go early to the vineyards;
let’s see if the vine has budded,
if the blossom has opened,
if the pomegranates are in bloom.^(P)
There I will give you my love.
¹³ The mandrakes^(Q) give off a fragrance,
and at our doors is every delicacy—
new as well as old.
I have treasured them up for you, my love.
8 If only I could treat you like my brother,^[n]
one who nursed at my mother’s breasts,
I would find you in public and kiss you,
and no one would scorn me.
² I would lead you, I would take you,
to the house of my mother^(R) who taught me.^[o]
I would give you spiced wine to drink
from my pomegranate juice.
³ His left hand is under my head,
and his right arm embraces me.^(S)
4 Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you:
do not stir up or awaken love
until the appropriate time.^(T)