Song of Solomon 6

¹Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither hath thy beloved turned him, that we may seek him with thee? ²My beloved is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. ³I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth his flockamong the lilies. ⁴Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. ⁵Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead. ⁶Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which are come up from the washing; whereof every one hath twins, and none is bereaved among them. ⁷Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil. ⁸There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number. ⁹My dove, my undefiled, is butone; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. ¹⁰Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, terrible as an army with banners? ¹¹I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, andthe pomegranates were in flower. ¹²Or ever I was aware, my soul set me amongthe chariots of my princely people. ¹³Return, return, O Shulammite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, as upon the dance of Mahanaim?