Song of Solomon 6

1 Whither is thy beloved gone, Thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? And we will seek him with thee.

Where is your loved one gone, O most fair among women? Where is your loved one turned away, that we may go looking for him with you?

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

My loved one is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to take food in the gardens, and to get lilies.

3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.

I am for my loved one, and my loved one is for me; he takes food among the lilies.

4 Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:

You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.

5 Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.

Let your eyes be turned away from me; see, they have overcome me; your hair is as a flock of goats which take their rest on the side of Gilead.

6 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.

7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.

Like pomegranate fruit are the sides of your head under your veil.

8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number:

There are sixty queens, and eighty servant-wives, and young girls without number.

9 My dove, mine 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 they called her blessed; The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

My dove, my very beautiful one, is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the dearest one of her who gave her birth. The daughters saw her, and gave her a blessing; yes, the queens and the servant-wives, and they gave her praises.

10 Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, Terrible as troops with banners?

Who is she, looking down as the morning light, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, who is to be feared like an army with flags?

11 I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, Whether the pomegranates blossomed.

I went down into the garden of nuts to see the green plants of the valley, and to see if the vine was in bud, and the pomegranate-trees were in flower.

12 Before I was aware, My soul set me upon the chariots of my willing people.

Before I was conscious of it, ...

13 Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. — What would ye look upon in the Shulamite? — As it were the dance of two camps.

Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, so that our eyes may see you. What will you see in the Shulammite? A sword-dance.