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 fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, that we may 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 beds of 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 am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine, that 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, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

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 thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from Gilead.

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 are like a flock of ewes, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.

7 As the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy veil.

Thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.

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

There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and 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.

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 called her happy; yea, the queens and the 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 looketh forth as the dawn, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, terrible as an army with banners?

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 look at the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.

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

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

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

Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulammite? As it were a dance of two companies.