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?'
So where has your love gone, most beautiful of women? Which direction did he go so we can look 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 love has gone down to his garden, to his flowerbeds of spices. He enjoys feeding in the gardens and plucks lilies.
3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine, that feedeth among the lilies.'
I am my love's, and my love is mine! He is the one who feeds among the lilies.
4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
You are beautiful, my darling, as pretty as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem—you look stunning!
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.
Please turn your eyes away from me—they're driving me insane! Your hair flows down like a flock of goats descending Mount 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 as white as a flock of sheep that are just shorn and washed. None of them are missing—they are all perfectly matched!
7 Thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.
Your cheeks are the blushing color of pomegranates behind your veil.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and maidens without number.
There may be sixty queens and eighty concubines, and countless more women,
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.
but my love, my perfect love, she's the only one! She's her mother's favorite, special to the one who gave birth to her. Young women see her and say how lucky she is; queens and concubines sing 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 this who is like the dawn shining down from above, beautiful as the moon, bright as the shining sun? You look stunning!
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 to the walnut orchard to see if the trees were in leaf in the valley, to find out whether the grapevines had budded or the pomegranates were in bloom.
12 Before I was aware, my soul set me upon the chariots of my princely people.
I was so excited it was like I was riding in a royal chariot.
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, Shulammite woman; come back, come back, so we can look at you! Woman: Why do you want to look at the Shulammite dancing the dance of two camps?
