Song of Solomon 6
1 Where is your beloved gone, O you fairest among women? where is your beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with you.
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: he feeds among the lilies.
I am my love's, and my love is mine! He is the one who feeds among the lilies.
4 You are 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 your eyes from me, for they have overcome me: your hair is as a flock of goats that appear 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 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.
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 As a piece of a pomegranate are your temples within your locks.
Your cheeks are the blushing color of pomegranates behind your veil.
8 There are three score queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins 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 blessed her; yes, 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 looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and 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 see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished and the pomegranates budded.
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 Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
I was so excited it was like I was riding in a royal chariot.
13 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.
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?
