Song of Songs 6

His legs are columns of marble, which have been established over bases of gold. His appearance is like that of Lebanon, elect like the cedars.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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?

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.

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

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