The Lover to His Beloved:
6:4 My darling, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, 1
as lovely as Jerusalem, 2
as awe-inspiring 3 as bannered armies!
6:5 Turn your eyes away from me –
they overwhelm 4 me!
Your hair is like a flock of goats
descending from Mount Gilead.
6:6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
coming up from the washing;
each has its twin;
not one of them is missing.
6:7 Like a slice of pomegranate
is your forehead 5 behind your veil.
6:8 There may be sixty 6 queens,
and eighty concubines,
and young women 7 without number.
6:9 But she is unique! 8
My dove, my perfect one!
She is the special daughter 9 of her mother,
she is the favorite 10 of the one who bore her.
The maidens 11 saw her and complimented her; 12
the queens and concubines praised her:
6:10 “Who 13 is this who appears 14 like the dawn? 15
Beautiful as the moon, 16 bright 17 as the sun,
awe-inspiring 18 as the stars in procession?” 19
The Lover to His Beloved: 20
6:11 I went down to the orchard of walnut trees, 21
to look for the blossoms of the valley, 22
to see if the vines had budded
or if the pomegranates were in bloom.