Song of Solomon 6

1 'Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, that we may seek him with thee?'

Where is your loved one gone, O most fair among women? Where is your loved one turned away, that we may go looking for 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 loved one is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to take food in the gardens, and to get lilies.

3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine, that feedeth among the lilies.'

I am for my loved one, and my loved one is for me; he takes food among the lilies.

4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.

5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from Gilead.

Let your eyes be turned away from me; see, they have overcome me; your hair is as a flock of goats which take their rest on the side of Gilead.

6 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.

7 Thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.

Like pomegranate fruit are the sides of your head under your veil.

8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and maidens without number.

There are sixty queens, and eighty servant-wives, and young girls without number.

9 My dove, my 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 called her happy; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

My dove, my very beautiful one, is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the dearest one of her who gave her birth. The daughters saw her, and gave her a blessing; yes, the queens and the servant-wives, and they gave her praises.

10 Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, terrible as an army with banners?

Who is she, looking down as the morning light, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, who is to be feared like an army with flags?

11 I went down into the garden of nuts, to look at the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.

I went down into the garden of nuts to see the green plants of the valley, and to see if the vine was in bud, and the pomegranate-trees were in flower.

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

Before I was conscious of it, ...

13 Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulammite? As it were a dance of two companies.

Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, so that our eyes may see you. What will you see in the Shulammite? A sword-dance.