Song of Solomon 6

1 Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we 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 went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself 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, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.

4 Fair [art] thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.

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

5 Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone 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 as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not 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 the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy veil.

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

8 Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.

There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.

9 One is my dove, my perfect one, One she [is] of her mother, The choice one she [is] of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise 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] this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon — clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'

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 Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed —

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 I knew not my soul, It made me — chariots of my people Nadib.

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

13 Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?

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