1 My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies. 2 I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds among the lilies.
3 Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as armies set in array. 4 Turn away thine eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: thy hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad. 5 Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren among them: thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely. 6 Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, being seen without thy veil.
7 There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number. 8 My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yea, and the concubines, and they will praise her. 9 Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as armies set in array?
10 I went down to the garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the
12 Return, return, O Sunamite; return, return, and we will look at thee.
What will ye see in the Sunamite? 1She comes as bands of armies.
1 Thy steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of thy thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman. 2 Thy navel is as a turned bowl, not wanting liquor; thy belly is as a heap of wheat set about with lilies. 3 Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns. 4 Thy neck is as an ivory tower; thine eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the 2daughter of many: thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking toward Damascus. 5 Thy head upon thee is as Carmel, and the curls of thy hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the 3galleries. 6 How beautiful art thou, and how sweet art thou, my love! 7 This is thy greatness in thy delights: thou wast made like a palm tree, and thy breasts to cluster. 8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose of apples; 9 and thy throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.
10 I am my kinsman's, and 4his desire is toward me. 11 Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. 12 Let us go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, if the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give thee my breasts. 13 The mandrakes have given a smell, and at our doors are all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept them for thee.
1 Or, O thou that comest, etc.
2 Heb. Bath-rabbim.
3 Or, corridors.
4 Lit. turning.
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