Song of Solomon 6
Douay-Rheims Bible, American Edition (1899)Translation
Douay-Rheims Bible, American Edition (1899)
World English 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, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may 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 am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses 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 beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army 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 away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.
6Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.
6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved among them.
7There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.
7Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
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, eighty concubines, and virgins 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?
9My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.
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 she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
11I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.
11I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
12Return, return, O Sulamitess: return, return that we may behold thee.
12Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.
no verse 13 in this text
13Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?
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