6 Whither
is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved
turned aside? that we may seek him with thee. 2 My
beloved is gone down into 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 among the lilies. 4 Thou
art beautiful, 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 appear from Gilead. 6 Thy
teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every
one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.
7
As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks. 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 blessed her; 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, and terrible as an army with banners? 11 I went
down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see
whether the vine flourished and the pomegranates budded. 12 Or
ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib. 13 Return,
return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will
ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.