Song of Songs 6 :: Christian Standard Bible (CSB)

My love has gone down to his garden,

to beds of spice,

to feed in the gardens

and gather lilies.

I am my love’s and my love is mine;

he feeds among the lilies.

You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling,

lovely as Jerusalem,

awe-inspiring as an army with banners.

Turn your eyes away from me,

for they captivate me.

Your hair is like a flock of goats

streaming down from Gilead.

Your teeth are like a flock of ewes

coming up from washing,

each one having a twin,

and not one missing.[fn]

Behind your veil,

your brow[fn] is like a slice of pomegranate.

There are sixty queens

and eighty concubines

and young women[fn] without number.

But my dove, my virtuous one, is unique;

she is the favorite of her mother,

perfect to the one who gave her birth.

Women see her and declare her fortunate;

queens and concubines also, and they sing her praises:

Who is this who shines like the dawn,

as beautiful as the moon,

bright as the sun,

awe-inspiring as an army with banners?

I came down to the walnut grove

to see the blossoms of the valley,

to see if the vines were budding

and the pomegranates blooming.

I didn’t know what was happening to me.

I felt like I was

in a chariot with a nobleman.[fn]

Come back, come back, Shulammite![fn]

Come back, come back, that we may look at you!

How you gaze at the Shulammite,

as you look at the dance of the two camps![fn]