Song of Solomon 6
1 Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.
Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou most beautiful 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 pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of aromatical spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.
4 You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army set in array.
5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.
Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.
7 Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.
8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.
9 but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.
One is my dove, my perfect one is but one, she is the only one of her mother, the chosen of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and declared her most blessed: the queens and concubines, and they praised her.
10 Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?
Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?
11 I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom.
I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the fruits of the valleys, and to look if the vineyard had flourished, and the pomegranates budded.
12 Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.
I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.
13 Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim?
Return, return, O Sulamitess: return, return that we may behold thee.
