6:6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
coming up from the washing;
each has its twin;
not one of them is missing.
6:7 Like a slice of pomegranate
is your forehead
6:8 There may be sixty
and eighty concubines,
and young women
6:9 But she is unique!
My dove, my perfect one!
She is the special daughter
she is the favorite
The maidens
the queens and concubines praised her:
6:10 “Who
Beautiful as the moon,
awe-inspiring
The Lover to His Beloved:
6:11 I went down to the orchard of walnut trees,
to look for the blossoms of the valley,
to see if the vines had budded
or if the pomegranates were in bloom.
6:12
There please give me your myrrh,
O daughter of my princely people.
The Lover to His Beloved:
6:13 (7:1)
Turn, turn, that I
The Beloved to Her Lover:
Why
like the dance of the Mahanaim?