Song of Solomon 6
1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou most beautiful among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside, and we will seek him with thee?
To where has your beloved gone, O beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned, And we seek him with you?
2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of aromatical spices, to feed 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 to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.
I [am] my beloved’s, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army set in array.
You [are] beautiful, my friend, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
5 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.
Turn around your eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Your hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
6 Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.
Your 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 Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.
As the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.
Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
9 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.
One is my dove, my perfect one, She [is] one of her mother, She [is] the choice one of her that bore her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her blessed, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
10 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?
“Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Beautiful as the moon—clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?”
11 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.
To a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see to where the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed—
12 I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.
I did not know my soul, It made me—chariots of my people Nadib.
13 Return, return, O Sulamitess: return, return that we may behold thee.
Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look on you. What do you see in Shulammith?
