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?

2 My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself 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.

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

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,

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.

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

8 Sixty are queens, and eighty 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.

10 “Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Beautiful as the moon—clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?”

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—

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

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