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.

Whither is thy beloved gone, Thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? And we will 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 is gone down into 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 feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.

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

Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops 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 overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes 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 sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.

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

As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.

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

There are threescore queens, and fourscore 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, mine undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother, She is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; 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 that looketh forth as the dawn, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, Terrible as troops 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 verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, Whether the pomegranates blossomed.

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 upon the chariots of my willing 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 Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. — What would ye look upon in the Shulamite? — As it were the dance of two camps.