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.
Where has your beloved gone, most beautiful among women? In what direction has your beloved gone, so that we may 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 beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the garden 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 beloved's, and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies with pleasure.
4 Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:
You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as lovely as Jerusalem, as awe-inspiring as an army with its banners.
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 your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats going down from the slopes of Gilead.
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 like a flock of ewes coming up from the washing place. Each one has a twin, and none among them is bereaved.
7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.
Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves behind your veil.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number:
There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and young women 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 undefiled, is the only one; she is the only daughter of her mother; she is the favorite one of the woman who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines saw her also, and they praised 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 who appears like the dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as bright as the sun, as awe-inspiring as an army with its banners?”
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 into the grove of nut trees to see the young growth in the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, and whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
12 Before I was aware, My soul set me upon the chariots of my willing people.
I was so happy that I felt I was riding in the chariot of a prince.
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.
Turn back, turn back, you perfect woman; turn back, turn back so that we may gaze on you. The woman speaking to the friends Why do you gaze on the perfect woman, as if on the dance between two armies?
