Song of Solomon Chapter 6
So, where’s your boo at, you absolute queen? Where’d they bounce to? Let’s track them down together, fr.
Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
My boo’s just chillin' in their garden, vibin' with the herbs, pluckin' those lilies with ease.
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
I’m all about my boo, and they’re all about me: we’re just vibin' with those lilies.
I {am} my beloved's, and my beloved {is} mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
You’re straight up stunning, my love, like Tirzah, looking fire like Jerusalem, and fierce like a whole squad rollin' out with banners.
Thou {art} beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as {an army} with banners.
Like, turn your gaze away from me, you’re just too much: your hair’s like a whole herd of goats rollin' down from Gilead.
Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair {is} as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead. {overcome...: or, puffed me up}
Your teeth are like a crew of sheep comin' fresh from the wash, all paired up, and not a single one’s left out.
Thy teeth {are} as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and {there is} not one barren among them.
Your temples are like a slice of pomegranate tucked in those locks, no cap.
As a piece of a pomegranate {are} thy temples within thy locks.
There are 60 queens, 80 concubines, and way too many virgins to even count.
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
My dove, my pure one, you’re literally the one and only; you’re the top choice from your mom. The girls spotted you and blessed you; even the queens and concubines were hypin' you up.
My dove, my undefiled is {but} one; she {is} the {only} one of her mother, she {is} the choice {one} of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; {yea}, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
Who’s that shining like the morning, gorgeous like the moon, bright like the sun, and fierce like a squad rollin' out with banners?
Who {is} she {that} looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, {and} terrible as {an army} with banners?
I dipped into the nut garden to peep the valley fruits, checking if the vines were flourishing and the pomegranates were thriving.
I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, {and} to see whether the vine flourished, {and} the pomegranates budded.
Before I even realized it, my soul was racing like the chariots of Amminadib, fr.
Or ever I was aware, my soul made me {like} the chariots of Amminadib. {Or ever...: Heb. I knew not} {made...: or, set me on the chariots of my willing people}
Come back, come back, O Shulamite; come back so we can see you. What do you wanna catch a glimpse of in the Shulamite? It’s like a whole vibe of two armies.
Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies. {of...: or, of Mahanaim}