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?

Where is your beloved gone, O you fairest among women? where is your beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with you.

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 feeds among the lilies.

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

You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army 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 your eyes from me, for they have overcome me: your hair is as a flock of goats that appear from 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.

Your teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one bears twins, and there is not one barren among them.

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

As a piece of a pomegranate are your temples within your locks.

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

There are three score 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, my 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 blessed her; yes, 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 looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army 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 fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished and the pomegranates budded.

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

Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.

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 on you. What will you see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.