Song of Solomon 6

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

Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?

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

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies,

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

You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

5 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.

Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

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

Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing; of which every one has twins; none is bereaved among them.

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

Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

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

There are sixty queens, eighty secondary wives, and virgins without number.

9 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.

My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother's only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; the queens and the secondary wives, and they praised her.

10 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?

Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

11 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.

I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.

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

Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people's chariots.

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

Return, return, Shulammite. Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?