Song of Solomon 6
1 Where has your beloved gone, most beautiful among women? In what direction has your beloved gone, so that we may seek him with you?
Where has thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Where has thy beloved turned, that we may seek him with thee?
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the garden 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 grazes among the lilies with pleasure.
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He feeds among the lilies.
4 You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as lovely as Jerusalem, as awe-inspiring as an army with its banners.
Thou are fair, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, sublime as an army with banners.
5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats going down from the slopes of 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 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes coming up from the washing place. Each one has a twin, and none among them is bereaved.
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 Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves behind your veil.
Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil.
8 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and young women without number.
There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.
9 My dove, my undefiled, is the only one; she is the only daughter of her mother; she is the favorite one of the woman who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines saw her also, and they 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 “Who is this who appears like the dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as bright as the sun, as awe-inspiring as an army with its banners?”
Who is she who looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, sublime as an army with banners?
11 I went down into the grove of nut trees to see the young growth in the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, and whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
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 was so happy that I felt I was riding in the chariot of a prince.
Before I was aware, my soul set me among the chariots of my princely people.
13 Turn back, turn back, you perfect woman; turn back, turn back so that we may gaze on you. The woman speaking to the friends Why do you gaze on the perfect woman, as if on the dance between two armies?
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?
