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?

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

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 beloved is gone down to 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, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.

4 You [are] beautiful, my friend, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.

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

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,

Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that lie along 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.

Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which are come up from the washing; whereof every one hath twins, and none is bereaved among them.

7 As the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil.

Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil.

8 Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.

There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins 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 undefiled, is [but] one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; [yea], the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

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

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, to see whether the vine budded, [and] the pomegranates were in flower.

12 I did not know my soul, It made me—chariots of my people Nadib.

Or ever I was aware, my soul set me [among] the chariots of my princely people.

13 Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look on you. What do you see in Shulammith?

Return, return, O Shulammite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, as upon the dance of Mahanaim?