Song 6 | EngLXX | STEP | My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

Song of Solomon 6

1 My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feedhis 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 You are fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible asarmies set in array. 4 Turn away your eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: your hair is as flocksof goats which have appeared from Galaad. 5 Your teeth are as flocks of shornsheep, that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barrenamong them: your lips are as a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely. 6 Your cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate,being seen without your veil. 7 There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number. 8 My dove, my perfect one is one; she is theonly one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, andthe queens will pronounce her blessed, yes, 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, terribleasarmies set in array? 10 I went down to the garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if thevine flowered,if the pomegranates blossomed. 11 There I will give you my breasts: my soul knewit not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab. 12 Return, return, O Sunamite; return, return, and we will look at you. What will you⌃ seein the Sunamite? She comes as bands of armies.