Song of Solomon 6

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

1My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of aromatical spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

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

2I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.

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

3Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem terrible as an army set in array.

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

4Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad.

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,

5Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.

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.

6Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.

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

7There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.

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

8One is my dove, my perfect one is but one, she is the only one of her mother, the chosen of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and declared her most blessed: the queens and concubines, and they praised her.

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.

9Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?

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?'

10I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the fruits of the valleys, and to look if the vineyard had flourished, and the pomegranates budded.

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 knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.

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

12Return, return, O Sulamitess: return, return that we may behold thee.

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

13(not in this translation)