Song of Songs 6
1 Whither is your kinsman gone, you beautiful amongst women? whither has your kinsman turned aside? [tell us], and we will seek him with you.
Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.
2 My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed [his flock] in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.
3 I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds amongst the lilies.
I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
4 You are fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as [armies] set in array.
You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
5 Turn away your eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: your hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.
Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.
6 Your teeth are as flocks of shorn [sheep], that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren amongst them: your lips are as a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
7 Your cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, [being seen] without your veil.
Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
8 There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,
9 My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the [only] one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yes, and the concubines, and they will praise her.
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.
10 Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as [armies] set in array?
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?
11 I went down to the garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine flowered, [if] the pomegranates blossomed.
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.
12 There I will give you my breasts: my soul knew [it] not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab.
Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.
13 Return, return, O Sunamite; return, return, and we will look at you. What will you see in the Sunamite? She comes as bands of armies.
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?
