Solomon and His Bride Delight in Each Other

Song of Solomon 6

⁴ You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love,
comely as Jerusalem,
terrible as an army with banners.
⁵ Turn away your eyes from me,
for they overwhelm me!
Your hair is like a flock of goats,
moving down the slopes of Gilead.
⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of ewes,
that have come up from the washing;
all of them bear twins,
and not one among them is bereaved.
⁷ Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
behind your veil.
⁸ There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,
and maidens without number.
⁹ My dove, my perfect one, is the only one,
the darling of her mother,
flawless to her that bore her.
The maidens saw her and called her happy;
the queens and concubines also, and they praised her.

¹⁰ "Who is this that looks forth like the dawn,
fair as the moon, bright as the sun,
terrible as an army with banners?"

¹¹ I went down to the nut orchard,
to look at the blossoms of the valley,
to see whether the vines had budded,
whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
¹² Before I was aware, my fancy set me
in a chariot beside my prince. ₁

¹³ ₂ Return, return, O Shulammite!
Return, return, that we may look upon you.

Why should you look upon the Shulammite,
as upon a dance before two armies? ₃

Song of Solomon 7

¹ How graceful are your feet in sandals,

O queenly maiden!
Your rounded thighs are like jewels,
the work of a master hand.
² Your navel is a rounded bowl
that never lacks mixed wine.
Your belly is a heap of wheat,
encircled with lilies.
³ Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle.
⁴ Your neck is like an ivory tower.
Your eyes are pools in Heshbon,
by the gate of Bath-rabbim.
Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon,
overlooking Damascus.
⁵ Your head crowns you like Carmel,
and your flowing locks are like purple;
a king is held captive in the tresses. ₄

⁶ How fair and pleasant you are,
O loved one, delectable maiden! ₅
⁷ You are stately ₆ as a palm tree,
and your breasts are like its clusters.
⁸ I say I will climb the palm tree
and lay hold of its branches.
O may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
and the scent of your breath like apples,

⁹ and your kisses ₇ like the best wine
that goes down ₈ smoothly,
gliding over lips and teeth. ₉

¹⁰ I am my beloved's,
and his desire is for me.