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Song of Songs 6

Common English Bible CEB

1 [Daughters of Jerusalem]Which way did your lover go, you who are the most beautiful of women? Which way did your lover turn, that we may look for him along with you?

2 [Woman]My lover has gone down to his garden, to the fragrant plantings, to graze in the gardens, to gather the lilies.

3 I belong to my lover and my lover belongs to me— the one grazing among the lilies.

4 [Man]You are as beautiful, my dearest, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, formidable as those lofty sights.

5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me! Your hair is like a flock of goats as they stream down from Gilead.

6 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.

7 Like a slice of pomegranate is the curve of your face behind the veil of your hair.

8 There may be sixty queens and eighty secondary wives, young women beyond counting,

9 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?

11 [Man]To the nut grove I went down to look upon the fresh growth in the valley, to see whether the vine was in flower, whether the pomegranates had bloomed.

12 I hardly knew myself; she had set me in an official's chariot!

13 [Man] Come back, come back, Shulammite! Come back, come back, so we may admire you. How you all admire the Shulammite as she whirls between two circles of dancers!

English Standard Version ESV

1 Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?

2 My beloved has gone down to his garden to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens and to gather lilies.

3 I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies.

4 You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they overwhelm me— Your hair is like a flock of goats leaping down the slopes of Gilead.

6 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.

7 Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.

8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

9 My dove, my perfect one, is the only one, the only one of her mother, pure to her who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines also, and they praised her.

10 “Who is this who looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright 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 desire set me among the chariots of my kinsman, a prince.

13 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?