Song of Solomon 6

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

Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou most beautiful among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside, and we will seek him with thee?

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

My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of aromatical 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 to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.

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

Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army set in array.

5 Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair [is] as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad.

6 Thy teeth [are] as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, of which every one beareth twins, and [there is] not one barren among them.

Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.

7 As a piece of pomegranate [are] thy temples within thy locks.

Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.

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

There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young 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 bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; [yes], the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

One is my dove, my perfect one is but one, she is the only one of her mother, the chosen of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and declared her most blessed: the queens and concubines, and they praised her.

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

Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?

11 I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, [and] to see whether the vine flourished, [and] the pomegranates budded.

I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the fruits of the valleys, and to look if the vineyard had flourished, and the pomegranates budded.

12 Or ere I was aware, my soul made me [like] the chariots of Amminadib.

I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.

13 Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.

Return, return, O Sulamitess: return, return that we may behold thee.