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?

Whither is thy kinsman gone, thou beautiful among women? whither has thy kinsman turned aside? [tell us], and we will seek him with thee.

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 kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed [his flock] 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 kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds among the lilies.

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

Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as [armies] set in array.

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 thine eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: thy hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.

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

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

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

Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, [being seen] without thy veil.

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

There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens 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 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, yea, and the concubines, and they will praise 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 this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as [armies] set in array?

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

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

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

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

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