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?

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

I am my love's, and my love is mine! He is the one who feeds 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 darling, as pretty as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem—you look stunning!

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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?