Song of Solomon 6

1 [DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM] Whither hath thy beloved, gone, thou most beautiful among women? whither hath thy beloved turned him aside? That we may seek him with thee.

Where has thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Where has thy beloved turned, that we may seek him with thee?

2 [SHE] My beloved, is gone down to his garden, to the beds of balsam, —to pasture 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 that pastureth among lilies.

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He feeds among the lilies.

4 [HE] Beautiful, art thou, my fair one, as Tirzah, comely, as Jerusalem, —majestic as bannered hosts!

Thou are fair, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, sublime as an army with banners.

5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for, they, have excited me, —Thy hair, is like a flock of goats, that are reclining on the sides of Mount 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 Thy teeth, are like a flock of sheep which have come up from the washing-place, —whereof, all of them, are twin-bearers, and bereaved, is there none among them:

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

7 Like a slice of pomegranate, are thy temples, from behind thy veil:

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

8 Threescore, are the queens, and, fourscore, are the concubines, —and, virgins, there are, without number.

There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

9 One alone, is my dove, my perfect one, one alone, was she to her mother, Pure, was she to her that bare her, —The daughters, have seen her, and pronounced her happy, Queens and concubines, and they have praised her.

My dove, my undefiled, is but one. She is the only one of her mother. She is the choice one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed, yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

10 [THEY] Who is this, that looketh forth like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, pure as the sun, majestic as bannered hosts?

Who is she who looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, sublime as an army with banners?

11 [HE] To the garden of nuts, I went down, to look at the fresh shoots of the ravine, —to see whether: had burst forth the vine, had blossomed the pomegranate: —

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 know not [how it was], my soul, set for me the chariots of my willing people!

Before I was aware, my soul set me among the chariots of my princely people.

13 [THEY] Return, return, O Shulamite, Return, return, that we may look on thee! [SHE] What would ye look on in the Shulamite? [THEY] As it were the dance of a double camp…

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