Song of Solomon 6:11–13

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.

Before I was aware, my desire set me

among the chariots of my kinsman, a prince.

Return, return, O Shulammite,

return, return, that we may look upon you.

Why should you look upon the Shulammite,

as upon a dance before two armies?

I went down to the grove of nut trees

to look at the new growth in the valley,

to see if the vines had budded

or the pomegranates were in bloom.

Before I realized it,

my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people.

Come back, come back, O Shulammite;

come back, come back, that we may gaze on you!

Why would you gaze on the Shulammite

as on the dance of Mahanaim?

I came down to the walnut grove

to see the blossoms of the valley,

to see if the vines were budding

and the pomegranates blooming.

I didn’t know what was happening to me.

I felt like I was

in a chariot with a nobleman.

Come back, come back, Shulammite!

Come back, come back, that we may look at you!

How you gaze at the Shulammite,

as you look at the dance of the two camps!

I went down to the grove of walnut trees

and out to the valley to see the new spring growth,

to see whether the grapevines had budded

or the pomegranates were in bloom.

Before I realized it,

my strong desires had taken me to the chariot of a noble man.

 Return, return to us, O maid of Shulam.

Come back, come back, that we may see you again.

Why do you stare at this young woman of Shulam,

as she moves so gracefully between two lines of dancers?

I went down to the orchard of the walnut trees

to look at the blossoms of the valley,

to see whether the vines have sprouted,

whether the pomegranates have blossomed.

I did not know my heart set me

in a chariot of my princely people.

Turn, turn, O Shulammite!

Turn, turn so that we may look upon you!

Why do you look upon the Shulammite

as at a dance of the two armies?

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

And to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.

Or ever I was aware,

My soul made me like the chariots of Ammi-nadib.

Return, return, O Shulamite;

Return, return, that we may look upon thee.

What will ye see in the Shulamite?

As it were the company of two armies.