Song of Solomon 6

1 Where has thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Where has thy beloved turned, that we may seek him with thee?

Whither is thy beloved gone, Thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? And we will seek him with thee.

2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

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

3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He feeds among the lilies.

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.

4 Thou are fair, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, sublime as an army with banners.

Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:

5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats that lie along the side of Gilead.

Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.

6 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins, and none is bereaved among them.

Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.

7 Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil.

As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.

8 There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

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 who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed, yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

My dove, mine undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother, She is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

10 Who is she who looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, sublime as an army with banners?

Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, Terrible as troops with banners?

11 I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.

I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, Whether the pomegranates blossomed.

12 Before I was aware, my soul set me among the chariots of my princely people.

Before I was aware, My soul set me upon the chariots of my willing people.

13 Return, return, O Shulammite, return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, as upon the dance of two armies?

Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. — What would ye look upon in the Shulamite? — As it were the dance of two camps.