Song of Solomon 6

1 Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.

2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.

3 I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.

4 You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.

5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.

6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.

7 Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.

8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,

9 but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.

10 Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?

11 I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom.

12 Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.

13 Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim?

1 ¶ Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.

2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

3 I [am] my beloved's, and my beloved [is] mine: he feedeth among the lilies.

4 ¶ Thou [art] beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as [an army] with banners.

5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair [is] as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

6 Thy teeth [are] as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and [there is] not one barren among them.

7 As a piece of a pomegranate [are] thy temples within thy locks.

8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins 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 bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; [yea], the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

10 Who [is] she [that] looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear 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 valley, [and] to see whether the vine flourished, [and] the pomegranates budded.

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

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

2 My friend is mine, and I am his that feedeth among the roses.

3 Thou art fair, my friend, as Thirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, terrible as Heerspitzen.

4 Turn away thine eyes from me; for they make me ruthless: thy hair is as a flock of goats shorn in mount Gilead.

5 Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which come out of the flood, which bear twins every one; and there is not one barren among them.

6 your cheeks are like a slit on the pomegranate between your braids.

7 Sixty are the queens, and fourscore the concubines; and there is no number of virgins.

8 But one is my dove, my pious; one is her mother's beloved, and her mother's elect. When they saw the daughters, they blessed them: the queens and the concubines praised them.

9 Who is she that cometh forth as the dawn, fair as the moon, chosen as the sun, terrible as the tops of the hosts?

10 I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the shrubs by the brook, to see whether the vine blossomed, whether the pomegranates were green.

11 My soul knew it not, that he had set me by the chariot of Ammi-Nadib.

12 Return again, return again, O Sulamith! Return again, return again, that we may behold thee! What do you see in Sulamith? The round dance at Mahanaim.

17 Whither then hath thy friend gone, O thou fairest of women? Whither hath thy friend turned? Let us seek him with thee. Ch. 6, v. 1. My friend is gone down to his garden, to the spice garden, to feed among the gardens, and to break the roses.