Song of Solomon 6

¹Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee? ²My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies. ³I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

⁴Fair art thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts. ⁵Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair is as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead, ⁶Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them. ⁷As the work of the pomegranate is thy temple behind thy veil. ⁸Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number. ⁹One is my dove, my perfect one, One she is of her mother, The choice one she is of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her. ¹⁰‘Who is this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon—clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?’

¹¹Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed— ¹²I knew not my soul, It made me—chariots of my people Nadib. ¹³Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?

Chapter 7