Song of Songs 6
1 Where has your beloved gone, fairest of women? Which way did your beloved turn, so we may look for him with you?
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of balsam, to graze in the gardens and gather lilies.
3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He grazes his flock among the lilies.
4 You are beautiful, my darling, like Tirzah; lovely as Jerusalem; awe-inspiring as an army with banners.
5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one is without a lamb.
7 Your temples behind your veil are like a slice of pomegranate.
8 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and young women without number.
9 One alone is my dove, my perfect one. She is her mother’s only daughter, the chosen one of the woman who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines praised her.
10 Who is this, appearing like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, radiant as the sun, awe-inspiring as an army with banners?
11 I went down to the garden of nut trees to see the new growth in the valley, to see whether the vine had blossomed and the pomegranates had budded.
12 I did not know it; my desire set me among the chariots of my noble people.
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