Song of Solomon 6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

⁹but 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.

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

¹¹I 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.

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

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