Song of Solomon 6

Friends

¹Where has your beloved gone,

most beautiful of women?

Which way did your beloved turn,

that we may look for him with you?

She

²My beloved has gone down to his garden,

to the beds of spices,

to browse in the gardens

and to gather lilies.

³I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine;

he browses among the lilies.

He

⁴You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling,

as lovely as Jerusalem,

as majestic as troops with banners.

⁵Turn your eyes from me;

they overwhelm me.

Your hair is like a flock of goats

descending from Gilead.

⁶Your teeth are like a flock of sheep

coming up from the washing.

Each has its twin,

not one of them is missing.

⁷Your temples behind your veil

are like the halves of a pomegranate.

⁸Sixty queens there may be,

and eighty concubines,

and virgins beyond number;

⁹but my dove, my perfect one, is unique,

the only daughter of her mother,

the favorite of the one who bore her.

The young women saw her and called her blessed;

the queens and concubines praised her.

Friends

¹⁰Who is this that appears like the dawn,

fair as the moon, bright as the sun,

majestic as the stars in procession?

He

¹¹I went down to the grove of nut trees

to look at the new growth in the valley,

to see if the vines had budded

or the pomegranates were in bloom.

¹²Before I realized it,

my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people.

Friends

¹³Come back, come back, O Shulammite;

come back, come back, that we may gaze on you!

He

Why would you gaze on the Shulammite

as on the dance of Mahanaim?