The Song of Solomon
6 “Where has your dear one gone,
O most beautiful of women?
Which way did your dear one turn?
Let us seek him with you.”
2 “My dear one has gone down to his garden,
To the beds of spice plants,
To shepherd among the gardens
And to pick lilies.+
He is shepherding among the lilies.”+
4 “You are as beautiful as Tirʹzah,*+ my beloved,+
As lovely as Jerusalem,+
As breathtaking as armies around their banners.+
Your hair is like a flock of goats
Streaming down the slopes of Gilʹe·ad.+
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
That have come up from being washed,
All of them bearing twins,
And not one has lost her young.
9 But only one is my dove,+ my flawless one.
The only one of her mother.
She is the favorite* of the one who bore her.
The daughters see her, and they pronounce her happy;
Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
10 ‘Who is she who shines* like the dawn,
As beautiful as the full moon,
As pure as the sunlight,
As breathtaking as armies around their banners?’”+
11 “I went down to the garden of nut trees+
To see the new growth in the valley,*
To see whether the vine had sprouted,*
Whether the pomegranate trees had blossomed.
13 “Return, return, O Shuʹlam·mite!
Return, return,
That we may look upon you!”
“Why do you gaze upon the Shuʹlam·mite?”+
“She is like the dance of two companies!”*