Son6:1 Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?
Son6:2 My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Son6:3 I [am] my beloved's, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
Son6:4 Fair [art] thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
Son6:5 Turn 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,
Son6:6 Thy 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.
Son6:7 As the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy veil.
Son6:8 Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
Son6:9 One 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.
Son6:10 `Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon -- clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'
Son6:11 Unto 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 --
Son6:12 I knew not my soul, It made me -- chariots of my people Nadib.
Son6:13 Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?