Song of Songs 6
1“WHERE did thy dear brother go, O fairest of women? Whither did thy dear brother bend his course; that we may seek him with thee?”
2My dear brother went down to his garden to the beds of spices; to feed in the garden and to gather lillies.
3I am my dear brother’s and he is mine; he is feeding among the lillies!
4Thou, my consort, art beautiful as Terzah; comely as Jerusalem; dazzling as embattled hosts!
5Turn thine eyes aside from me for they have transported me. Thy hair is like a flock of goats which are seen on mount Galaad:
6thy teeth like flocks of shorn sheep, just come up from washing: all twins and there is not one defective among them: thy lips are like a braid of scarlet, and thy speech is graceful.
7Thy cheek is like the downy skin of a pomegranate now thy veil is removed.
8There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and virgins without number:
9one is my dove, my consecrated one. One is her mother’s only child—the darling of her who bore her. Daughters viewed her—nay, queens and even concubines will hail her happy and thus extoll her:
10Who is she that is looking forth like the morning, fair as the moon, unique as the sun, and dazzling as embattled hosts?
11I went down to the garden of nuts to look at the productions of the valley: to seek whether the vine had budded or the pomegranate blossomed:
12I am there to grant thee my breasts. My soul did not recollect this. It made me like the chariots of Aminadab.
13Return, return, O Sunamite! return, return that we may see thee!
What would you see in the Sunamite, who is coming like the moving bands of an army?