Song of Solomon 6

1 Where is your beloved gone, O you fairest among women? where is your beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with you.

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 feeds among the lilies.

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

4 You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army 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 your eyes from me, for they have overcome me: your hair is as a flock of goats that appear from 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 Your teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one bears twins, and there is not one 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 your temples within your locks.

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

8 There are three score queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.

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

9 My dove, my 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 blessed her; yes, 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 looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army 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 fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished and the pomegranates budded.

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 Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.

Before I was conscious of it, ...

13 Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look on you. What will you see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.

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.