Song of Songs 6

¹ My beloved is gone down into his garden , to the bed of aromatical spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

² I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.

³ Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army set in array.

⁴ Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad.

⁵ Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them. [1] "My beloved is gone down into his garden" : Christ, pleased with the good works of his holy and devout servants labouring in his garden, is always present with them: but the words is gone down, are to be understood, that after trying his Church by permitting persecution, he comes to her assistance and she rejoices at his coming.

⁶ Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.

⁷ There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.

⁸ One is my dove , my perfect one is but one, she is the only one of her mother, the chosen of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and declared her most blessed: the queens and concubines, and they praised her.

⁹ Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?

¹⁰ I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the fruits of the valleys, and to look if the vineyard had flourished, and the pomegranates budded. [8] "One is my dove" : That is, my church is one, and she only is perfect and blessed. [9] "Who is she" : Here is a beautiful metaphor describing the church from the beginning. As, the morning rising, signifying the church before the written law; fair as the moon, shewing her under the light of the gospel: and terrible as an army, the power of Christ's church against its enemies.

¹¹ I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.

¹² Return, return, O Sulamitess: return, return that we may behold thee. Canticle of Canticles (Song of Solomon) next > Chapter 6 next > TOP OF PAGE side_ads("../") var sc_project = 12672635; var sc_invisible = 1; var sc_security = "b8696459";