Song of Solomon 6

1 Where has thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Where has thy beloved turned, that we may seek him with thee?

To where has your beloved gone, O beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned, And we seek him with you?

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

My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

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

I [am] my beloved’s, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

4 Thou are fair, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, sublime as an army with banners.

You [are] beautiful, my friend, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.

5 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.

Turn around your eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Your hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,

6 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.

Your 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.

7 Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil.

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

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

Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins 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 who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed, yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

One is my dove, my perfect one, She [is] one of her mother, She [is] the choice one of her that bore her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her blessed, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.

10 Who is she who looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, sublime as an army with banners?

“Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Beautiful as the moon—clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?”

11 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.

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

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

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

13 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?

Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look on you. What do you see in Shulammith?