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 beloved gone, O thou most beautiful among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside, 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 beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of aromatical spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 I am my welbeloueds, and my welbeloued is mine, who feedeth among the lilies.
I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.
4 Thou art beautifull, my loue, as Tirzah, comely as Ierusale, terrible as an army with baners.
Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army 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 thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear 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 as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.
7 Thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.
Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.
8 There are threescore Queenes and fourescore concubines and of the damsels without nober.
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young 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.
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.
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 she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army 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 into the garden of nuts, to see the fruits of the valleys, and to look if the vineyard had flourished, and the pomegranates budded.
12 I knewe nothing, my soule set me as the charets of my noble people.
I knew not: my soul troubled me for 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 Sulamitess: return, return that we may behold thee.
