The Bible in Its Traditions

Song of Solomon 6:4–10

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Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

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

You are beautiful and desirable, O my beloved, comely as Jerusalem, and esteemed as one chosen among beauties.

Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from Gilead.

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

Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me; your hair is like a flock of goats which come up from the mount of Gilead.

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Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.

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.

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.

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Thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.

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

Your cheeks, behind your veil, are like two pieces of pomegranate.

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There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and maidens without number.

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

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My dove, my undefiled, is but one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her happy; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

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.

My perfect dove is but one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her and praised her; yea, the queens and the concubines also praised her.

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10  Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, terrible as an army with banners?

10  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?