Song 6
1
Where is your beloved gone, O you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned
him, That we may seek him with you?
2
My beloved is gone down to 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 feeds [his flock] among the lilies,
4
You are fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Beautiful as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with
banners.
5
Turn away your eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Your hair is as a flock of
goats, That lie along the side of Gilead.
6
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every
one has twins, And none is bereaved among them.
7
Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind your veil.
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 called her blessed; [Yea],
the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10
Who is she that looks forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible
as an army with banners?
11
I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see
whether the vine budded, [And] the pomegranates were in flower.
12
Before I was aware, my soul set me [Among] the chariots of my princely people.
13
Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon you. Why will
you look upon the Shulammite, As upon the dance of Mahanaim?