Song of Songs 6

1 Whither is your kinsman gone, you beautiful amongst women? whither has your kinsman turned aside? [tell us], and we will seek him with you.

So where has your love gone, most beautiful of women? Which direction did he go so we can look for him with you?

2 My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed [his flock] in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

My love has gone down to his garden, to his flowerbeds of spices. He enjoys feeding in the gardens and plucks lilies.

3 I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds amongst the lilies.

I am my love's, and my love is mine! He is the one who feeds among the lilies.

4 You are fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as [armies] set in array.

You are beautiful, my darling, as pretty as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem—you look stunning!

5 Turn away your eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: your hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.

Please turn your eyes away from me—they're driving me insane! Your hair flows down like a flock of goats descending Mount Gilead.

6 Your teeth are as flocks of shorn [sheep], that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren amongst them: your lips are as a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely.

Your teeth are as white as a flock of sheep that are just shorn and washed. None of them are missing—they are all perfectly matched!

7 Your cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, [being seen] without your veil.

Your cheeks are the blushing color of pomegranates behind your veil.

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

There may be sixty queens and eighty concubines, and countless more women,

9 My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the [only] one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yes, and the concubines, and they will praise her.

but my love, my perfect love, she's the only one! She's her mother's favorite, special to the one who gave birth to her. Young women see her and say how lucky she is; queens and concubines sing her praises.

10 Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as [armies] set in array?

Who is this who is like the dawn shining down from above, beautiful as the moon, bright as the shining sun? You look stunning!

11 I went down to the garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine flowered, [if] the pomegranates blossomed.

I went down to the walnut orchard to see if the trees were in leaf in the valley, to find out whether the grapevines had budded or the pomegranates were in bloom.

12 There I will give you my breasts: my soul knew [it] not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab.

I was so excited it was like I was riding in a royal chariot.

13 Return, return, O Sunamite; return, return, and we will look at you. What will you see in the Sunamite? She comes as bands of armies.

Come back, come back, Shulammite woman; come back, come back, so we can look at you! Woman: Why do you want to look at the Shulammite dancing the dance of two camps?