Song of Solomon 6
1 To where has your beloved gone, O beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned, And we seek him with you?
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 went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself 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, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
I am for my loved one, and my loved one is for me; he takes food among the lilies.
4 You [are] beautiful, my friend, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.
5 Turn around your eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Your hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone 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 Your teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not 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 As the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil.
Like pomegranate fruit are the sides of your head under your veil.
8 Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
There are sixty queens, and eighty servant-wives, and young girls without number.
9 One is my dove, my perfect one, She [is] one of her mother, She [is] the choice one of her that bore her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her blessed, Queens and concubines, and they praise 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] this that is looking forth as morning, Beautiful as the moon—clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?”
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 To a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see to where the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed—
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 I did not know my soul, It made me—chariots of my people Nadib.
Before I was conscious of it, ...
13 Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look on you. What do you see in Shulammith?
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.
