< 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 hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we 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 went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself 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 [am] my beloved's, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
4 You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
Fair [art] thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
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 round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
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 row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
7 Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
As the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy veil.
8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,
Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins 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, One she [is] of her mother, The choice one she [is] of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise 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] this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon — clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'
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.
Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed —
12 Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.
I knew not my soul, It made me — chariots of my people Nadib.
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 Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?

< Song of Solomon 6 >