The Groom

(A)You are as beautiful as (B)Tirzah, my darling,
As (C)lovely as (D)Jerusalem,
As (E)awesome as an army with banners.
Turn your eyes away from me,
For they have confused me;
(F)Your hair is like a flock of goats
That have descended from Gilead.
(G)Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
That have come up from their watering place,
All of which bear twins,
And not one among them has lost her young.
(H)Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate
Behind your veil.
There are sixty (I)queens and eighty concubines,
And [a](J)young women without number;
But (K)my dove, my perfect one, is [b]unique:
She is her mother’s [c]only daughter;
She is the pure child of the one who gave birth to her.
The [d](L)young women saw her and called her [e]blessed,
The (M)queens and the concubines also, and they praised her, saying,

10 ‘Who is this who looks down like the dawn,
As beautiful as the full (N)moon,
As pure (O)as the sun,
As (P)awesome as an army with banners?’

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 6:8 Or virgins
  2. Song of Solomon 6:9 Lit one
  3. Song of Solomon 6:9 Lit one
  4. Song of Solomon 6:9 Lit daughters
  5. Song of Solomon 6:9 Or happy

An overwhelming sight

[Man]

You are as beautiful, my dearest, as Tirzah,
        as lovely as Jerusalem,
        formidable as those lofty sights.
Turn your eyes away from me,
        for they overwhelm me!

Your hair is like a flock of goats
        as they stream down from Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
        as they come up from the washing pool—
            all of them perfectly matched,
            not one of them lacks its twin.
Like a slice of pomegranate is the curve of your face
        behind the veil of your hair.
There may be sixty queens
        and eighty secondary wives,
        young women beyond counting,
    but my dove, my perfect one, is one of a kind.
To her mother she’s the only one,
        radiant to the one who bore her.
Young women see her and declare her fortunate;
        queens and secondary wives praise her.

10 Who is this, gazing down like the morning star,
        beautiful as the full moon,
        radiant as the sun,
        formidable as those lofty sights?

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