Song of Solomon 6
1 [[Lad.]] Whither is thy beloved gone, thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved betaken himself? That we may seek him with thee.
Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
2 [[M.]] My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of balsam, To feed in the gardens, And to gather lilies.
My beloved has 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; He feedeth among the lilies.
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies,
4 Beautiful art thou, my love, as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem; But terrible as an army with banners.
You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
5 Turn away thine eyes from me! They overpower me! Thy locks are like a flock of goats, Which lie down upon Gilead.
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.
6 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep, Which come up from the washing-place, Of which every one hath twins, And none is barren among them.
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.
7 As a divided pomegranate Are thy cheeks behind thy veil.
Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
8 Threescore are the queens, and fourscore the concubines, And the maidens without number.
There are sixty queens, eighty secondary wives, and virgins without number.
9 But my dove, my undefiled, is the one; She is the incomparable one of her mother, The darling of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; The queens and concubines, and they praised her.
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.
10 [[Lov.]] Who is this that looketh forth like the morning, Fair as the moon, bright as the sun, And terrible as an army with banners?
Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
11 [[M.]] I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine blossomed, And the pomegranates budded.
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.
12 Or ever I was aware, My soul had made me like the chariots of the prince's train.
Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people's chariots.
13 [[Lad.]] Return, return, O Shulamite! Return, return, that we may look upon thee! [[M.]] Why should ye look upon the Shulamite, As upon a dance of the hosts?
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?
