Song of Solomon 6

1Where has your beloved gone, most beautiful of women? Which way has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

9But my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the only one 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:

10“Who is this who looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring as an army with banners?”

11I went down to the grove of nut trees to look at the new growth in the valley, to see whether the vine had budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom.

12Before I knew it, my desire set me among the chariots of my noble people.

13Come back, come back, Shulammite; come back, come back, that we may look at you! Why would you look at the Shulammite, as at the dance of the two camps?