Song of Solomon 6

1Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?

1Where is your loved one gone, O most fair among women? Where is your loved one turned away, that we may go looking for him with you?

2My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

2My loved one is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to take food in the gardens, and to get lilies.

3I <FI>am<Fi> my beloved's, and my beloved <FI>is<Fi> mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

3I am for my loved one, and my loved one is for me; he takes food among the lilies.

4Fair <FI>art<Fi> thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.

4You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.

5Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair <FI>is<Fi> as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,

5Let your eyes be turned away from me; see, they have overcome me; your hair is as a flock of goats which take their rest on the side of 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.

6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.

7As the work of the pomegranate <FI>is<Fi> thy temple behind thy veil.

7Like pomegranate fruit are the sides of your head under your veil.

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

8There are sixty queens, and eighty servant-wives, and young girls without number.

9One is my dove, my perfect one, One she <FI>is<Fi> of her mother, The choice one she <FI>is<Fi> of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.

9My dove, my very beautiful one, is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the dearest one of her who gave her birth. The daughters saw her, and gave her a blessing; yes, the queens and the servant-wives, and they gave her praises.

10`Who <FI>is<Fi> this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon--clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'

10Who is she, looking down as the morning light, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, who is to be feared like an army with flags?

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--

11I went down into the garden of nuts to see the green plants of the valley, and to see if the vine was in bud, and the pomegranate-trees were in flower.

12I knew not my soul, It made me--chariots of my people Nadib.

12Before I was conscious of it, ...

13Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?

13Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, so that our eyes may see you. What will you see in the Shulammite? A sword-dance.