Song of Solomon 6
1 Where is your loved one gone, O most fair among women? Where is your loved one turned away, that we may go looking for 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 loved one is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to take food in the gardens, and to get 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 am for my loved one, and my loved one is for me; he takes food among the lilies.
I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.
4 You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.
Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army set in array.
5 Let your eyes be turned away from me; see, they have overcome me; your hair is as a flock of goats which take their rest on the side of 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 which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.
Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.
7 Like pomegranate fruit are the sides of your head under your veil.
Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.
8 There are sixty queens, and eighty servant-wives, and young girls without number.
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.
9 My dove, my very beautiful one, is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the dearest one of her who gave her birth. The daughters saw her, and gave her a blessing; yes, the queens and the servant-wives, and they gave 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 she, looking down as the morning light, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, who is to be feared like an army with flags?
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 into the garden of nuts to see the green plants of the valley, and to see if the vine was in bud, and the pomegranate-trees were in flower.
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 was conscious of it, ...
I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.
13 Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, so that our eyes may see you. What will you see in the Shulammite? A sword-dance.
Return, return, O Sulamitess: return, return that we may behold thee.
