| Chapter 6 |
1 |
Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That we may seek him with thee? |
2 |
My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. |
3 |
I am my beloved`s, and my beloved is mine; He feedeth his flock among the lilies, |
4 |
Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners. |
5 |
Turn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead. |
6 |
Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them. |
7 |
Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil. |
8 |
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number. |
9 |
My dove, my undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; Yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. |
10 |
Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners? |
11 |
I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, And the pomegranates were in flower. |
12 |
Before I was aware, my soul set me Among the chariots of my princely people. |
13 |
Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, As upon the dance of Mahanaim? |
