6 Whither is thy beloved gone, aO thou fairest among women?

Whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.

2  My beloved is gone down into bhis garden, to the cbeds of spices,

To feed in the gardens, and to gather dlilies.

3  eI am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine:

He feedeth among the dlilies.

4  Thou art beautiful, O fmy love, as gTirzah,

hComely as Jerusalem,

iTerrible as an army kwith banners.

5  Turn away thine eyes from me, for ||they have overcome me:

lThy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

6  mThy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing,

Whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.

7  nAs a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.

8  There are othreescore queens, and fourscore concubines,

And pvirgins without number.

9  qMy dove, rmy undefiled is but one;

She is the only one of her mother,

She is the schoice one of ther that bare her.

uThe daughters saw her, and blessed her;

Yea, othe queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

10  xWho is she that looketh forth as the morning,

Fair as ythe moon, sclear as yzthe sun,

And iterrible as an army with banners?

11  I went down into the garden of nuts to see the afruits of the valley,

And bto see whether the vine flourished, and bthe cpomegranates dbudded.

12  †Or ever I was aware,

My soul ||made me like the echariots of Ammi-nadib.

13  Return, return, O fShulamite;

Return, return, that we may look upon thee.

What will ye see in the Shulamite?

As it were the gcompany ||of two armies.