Song of Solomon 6

1 Whither is thy beloved gone, Thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? And we will seek him with thee.

Whither is your kinsman gone, you beautiful amongst women? whither has your kinsman turned aside? [tell us], and we will seek him with you.

2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.

My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed [his flock] in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.

I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds amongst the lilies.

4 Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:

You are fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as [armies] set in array.

5 Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.

Turn away your eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: your hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.

6 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.

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.

7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.

Your cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, [being seen] without your veil.

8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number:

There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.

9 My dove, mine 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 they called her blessed; The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

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.

10 Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, Terrible as troops with banners?

Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as [armies] set in array?

11 I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, Whether the pomegranates blossomed.

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.

12 Before I was aware, My soul set me upon the chariots of my willing people.

There I will give you my breasts: my soul knew [it] not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab.

13 Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. — What would ye look upon in the Shulamite? — As it were the dance of two camps.

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.