Song of Solomon 6

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

Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.

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

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

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

I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.

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

You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.

5 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.

Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.

6 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.

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.

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

Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.

8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.

There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,

9 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.

but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.

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

Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?

11 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.

I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom.

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

Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.

13 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?

Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim?