Song of Solomon 6

1 Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?

Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?

2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

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. He browses among the lilies,

I [am] my beloved's, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

Fair [art] thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.

5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,

6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing; of which every one has twins; none is bereaved among them.

Thy 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 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

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

8 There are sixty queens, eighty secondary wives, and virgins without number.

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

9 My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother's only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; the queens and the secondary wives, and they praised her.

One is my dove, my perfect one, One she [is] of her mother, The choice one she [is] of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.

10 Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

'Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon — clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'

11 I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.

Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed —

12 Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people's chariots.

I knew not my soul, It made me — chariots of my people Nadib.

13 Return, return, Shulammite. Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?

Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?