Song of Solomon 6

¹ Where has your beloved gone,
O fairest among women?
Where has your beloved turned,
that we may seek him with you?

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

³ I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine;
he grazes among the lilies.

⁴ You are beautiful as Tirzah, my darling,
lovely as Jerusalem,
awesome as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn your eyes away from me,
for they overwhelm me.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
leaping down the slopes of Gilead.

⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
that have come up from the washing;
all of them bear twins;
not one among them has lost its young.

⁷ Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
behind your veil.

⁸ There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,
and virgins without number.

⁹ My dove, my perfect one, is the only one,
the only one of her mother,
pure to her who bore her.
The young women saw her and called her blessed;
the queens and concubines also, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Who is this who looks down like the dawn,
beautiful as the moon,
bright as the sun,
awesome as an army with banners?

¹¹ I went down to the nut orchard
to look at the blossoms of the valley,
to see whether the vines had budded,
whether the pomegranates were in bloom.

¹² Before I was aware, my desire set me
among the chariots of my kinsman, a prince.

¹³ Return, return, O Shulamite!
Return, return, that we may gaze at you.
Why would you gaze at the Shulamite,
as at a dance before two armies?