Song of Solomon 6

 Song of Solomon 6

1 Where has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned his gaze, and shall we seek him with you?

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

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

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

5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they have troubled me. Your hair is like a flock of goats that feed in Gilead.

6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes coming up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is no barren among them.

7 Your cheeks are like a piece of a pomegranate within your braids. 

8 Sixty are the queens, and eighty are the concubines, and the virgins without number.

9 But my dove is one, my undefiled one, the only one of her mother, and the favorite of her who bore her. When the daughters see her, they will call her blessed; the queens and the concubines will praise her.

10 Who is this who appears like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army with banners?

11 I went down to the garden of nut trees, to see the new fruits of the valley, to see if the vines were blossoming and the pomegranates were in bloom.

12 Before I knew it, he set me on the chariots of my excellent people.

13 Return, return, O Shulamite, return, return, that we may see you. Why do you look at the Shulamite as at the ranks of two armies?