Song of Solomon 6
Douay-Rheims Bible, American Edition (1899)Translation
Douay-Rheims Bible, American Edition (1899)
Berean Standard Bible
1My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of aromatical spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
1Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.
2I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.
2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.
3Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army set in array.
3I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
4Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad.
4You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
5Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.
5Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.
6Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.
6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
7There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.
7Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
8One is my dove, my perfect one is but one, she is the only one of her mother, the chosen of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and declared her most blessed: the queens and concubines, and they praised her.
8There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,
9Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?
9but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.
10I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the fruits of the valleys, and to look if the vineyard had flourished, and the pomegranates budded.
10Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?
11I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.
11I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom.
12Return, return, O Sulamitess: return, return that we may behold thee.
12Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.
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13Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim ?
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