Verse 8

Song of Songs 6:8

American Standard Version

8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number.

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Chapter 6 Context

1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That w... Focus ↗

2 My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather... Focus ↗

3 I am my beloved`s, and my beloved is mine; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies, Focus ↗

4 Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners. Focus ↗

5 Turn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie a... Focus ↗

6 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every one hath twins... Focus ↗

7 Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil. Focus ↗

8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number.

9 My dove, my undefiled, is [but] one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the choice one of her... Focus ↗

10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an arm... Focus ↗

11 I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine... Focus ↗

12 Before I was aware, my soul set me [Among] the chariots of my princely people. Focus ↗

13 Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the... Focus ↗

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