Song of Solomon 6
1 O the fairest among women, whither is thy welbeloued gone? whither is thy welbeloued turned aside, that we may seeke him with thee?
Whither is thy kinsman gone, thou beautiful among women? whither has thy kinsman turned aside? [tell us], and we will seek him with thee.
2 My welbeloued is gone downe into his garden to the beds of spices, to feede 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 welbeloueds, and my welbeloued is mine, who feedeth among the lilies.
I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds among the lilies.
4 Thou art beautifull, my loue, as Tirzah, comely as Ierusale, terrible as an army with baners.
Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as [armies] set in array.
5 Turne away thine eyes from me: for they ouercome mee: thine heare is like a flocke of goates, which looke downe from Gilead.
Turn away thine eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: thy hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.
6 Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe, which goe vp from the washing, which euery one bring out twinnes, and none is barren among them.
Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn [sheep], that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren among them: thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely.
7 Thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.
Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, [being seen] without thy veil.
8 There are threescore Queenes and fourescore concubines and of the damsels without nober.
There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
9 But my doue is alone, and my vndefiled, she is the onely daughter of her mother, and shee is deare to her that bare her: the daughters haue seene her and counted her blessed: euen the Queenes and the concubines, and they haue 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, yea, and the concubines, and they will praise her.
10 Who is shee that looketh foorth as the morning, fayre as the moone, pure as the sunne, terrible as an armie 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 downe to the garden of nuttes, to see the fruites of the valley, to see if the vine budded, and if the pomegranates flourished.
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 I knewe nothing, my soule set me as the charets of my noble people.
There I will give thee my breasts: my soul knew [it] not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab.
13 Returne, returne, O Shulamite, returne: returne that we may behold thee. What shall you see in the Shulamite, but as the company of an armie?
Return, return, O Sunamite; return, return, and we will look at thee. What will ye see in the Sunamite? She comes as bands of armies.
