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?

[[Lad.]] Whither is thy beloved gone, thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved betaken himself? That we may 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.

[[M.]] My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of balsam, To feed 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 beloved's, and my beloved is mine; He feedeth among the lilies.

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

Beautiful art thou, my love, as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem; But terrible as an army with banners.

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 me! They overpower me! Thy locks are like a flock of goats, Which lie down upon 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.

Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep, Which come up from the washing-place, Of which every one hath twins, And none is barren among them.

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

As a divided pomegranate Are thy cheeks behind thy veil.

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

Threescore are the queens, and fourscore the concubines, And the 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.

But my dove, my undefiled, is the one; She is the incomparable one of her mother, The darling of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; The queens and concubines, and they praised 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?

[[Lov.]] Who is this that looketh forth like the morning, Fair as the moon, bright as the sun, And terrible as an army with banners?

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.

[[M.]] I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine blossomed, And the pomegranates budded.

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

Or ever I was aware, My soul had made me like the chariots of the prince's train.

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

[[Lad.]] Return, return, O Shulamite! Return, return, that we may look upon thee! [[M.]] Why should ye look upon the Shulamite, As upon a dance of the hosts?