Song of Songs 6

¹ Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?

² My beloved has gone down to his garden,

³ I am my beloved ’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies.

⁴ You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, awesome as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away your eyes from me,

⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of ewes,

⁷ Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁸ There are sixty queens, eighty concubines,

⁹ My dove, my perfect one, is unique.

¹⁰ Who is she who looks out as the morning,

¹¹ I went down into the nut tree grove,

¹² Without realizing it,

¹³ Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?