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 beloved gone, O you fairest among women? where is your beloved turned aside? that we may seek 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 beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

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

I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he 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, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

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.

Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me: your hair is as a flock of goats that appear from 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 a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one bears twins, and there is not one barren among them.

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

As a piece of a pomegranate are your temples within your locks.

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

There are three score queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins 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 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 blessed her; yes, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

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 that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?

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 fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished and the pomegranates budded.

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

Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.

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.

Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look on you. What will you see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.