Song of Solomon 6:4 · KJV
“Thou {art} beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as {an army} with banners.”
— Song of Solomon 6:4
I {am} my beloved's, and my beloved {is} mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
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}
Song of Solomon 6 — Context
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3I {am} my beloved's, and my beloved {is} mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
4Thou {art} beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as {an army} with banners.
5Turn 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}
6Thy 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.
Cross References
Song of Solomon 6:10
Who {is} she {that} looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, {and} terrible as {an army} with banners?
Psalms 48:2
Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth, {is} mount Zion, {on} the sides of the north, the city of the great King.
1 Kings 14:17
And Jeroboam's wife arose, and departed, and came to Tirzah: {and} when she came to the threshold of the door, the child died;
Lamentations 2:15
All that pass by clap {their} hands at thee; they hiss and wag their head at the daughter of Jerusalem, {saying, Is} this the city that {men} call The perfection of beauty, The joy of the whole earth? {by: Heb. by the way}
Revelation 21:2
And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.
Psalms 50:2
Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God hath shined.
Song of Solomon 2:14
O my dove, {that art} in the clefts of the rock, in the secret {places} of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet {is} thy voice, and thy countenance {is} comely.
Song of Solomon 4:7
Thou {art} all fair, my love; {there is} no spot in thee.
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