CPDV - Song of Solomon - 6

6:1  Bride: My beloved has descended to his garden, to the courtyard of aromatic plants, in order to pasture in the gardens and gather the lilies.

6:2  I am for my beloved, and my beloved is for me. He pastures among the lilies.

6:3  Groom to Bride: My love, you are beautiful: sweet and graceful, like Jerusalem; terrible, like an army in battle array.

6:4  Avert your eyes from me, for they have caused me to fly away. Your hair is like a flock of goats, which have appeared out of Gilead.

6:5  Your teeth are like a flock of sheep, which have ascended from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren.

6:6  Like the skin of a pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for your hiddenness.

6:7  There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.

6:8  One is my dove, my perfect one. One is her mother; elect is she who bore her. The daughters saw her, and they proclaimed her most blessed. The queens and concubines saw her, and they praised her.

6:9  Chorus to Groom: Who is she, who advances like the rising dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as elect as the sun, as terrible as an army in battle array?

6:10  Bride: I descended to the garden of nuts, in order to see the fruits of the steep valleys, and to examine whether the vineyard had flourished and the pomegranates had produced buds.

6:11  I did not understand. My soul was stirred up within me because of the chariots of Amminadab.

6:12  Chorus to Bride: Return, return, O Sulamitess. Return, return, so that we may consider you.