6:1 Where has your lover gone, most beautiful of women? Which way did your lover turn, that we may look for him with you?
6:2 My lover has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies.
6:3 I am my lover’s and my lover is mine; he browses among the lilies.
6:4 You are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, majestic as troops with banners.
6:5 Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
6:6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is alone.
6:7 Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.
6:8 Sixty queens there may be, and eighty concubines, and virgins beyond number;
6:9 but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the only daughter of her mother, the favorite of the one who bore her. The maidens saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines praised her.
6:10 Who is this that appears like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, majestic as the stars in procession?
6:11 I went down to the grove of nut trees to look at the new growth in the valley, to see if the vines had budded or the pomegranates were in bloom.
6:12 Before I realized it, my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people.
6:13 Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, that we may gaze on you! Why would you gaze on the Shulammite as on the dance of Mahanaim?
6:1 Where has your beloved gone, / O you most beautiful among women? / Where has your beloved turned, / That we may seek him with you?
6:2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, / To the beds of spices, / To feed in the gardens / And gather lilies.
6:3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine; / He pastures his flock among the lilies.
6:4 You are as beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, / As lovely as Jerusalem, / As terrible as an army with banners.
6:5 Turn your eyes away from me, / For they overwhelm me. / Your hair is like a flock of goats / That repose on Mount Gilead.
6:6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes / That have come up from the washing, / All of which have borne twins, / And none of them is bereaved of her young.
6:7 Your cheeks are like a piece of pomegranate / Behind your veil.
6:8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines / And virgins without number.
6:9 My dove, my perfect one, is but one; / She is the only one of her mother; / She is the choice one of her who bore her. / The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; / The queens and the concubines, / They also praised her.
6:10 Who is this woman who looks forth like the dawn, / As beautiful as the moon, / As clear as the sun, / As terrible as an army with banners?
6:11 I went down to the orchard of nuts / To see the freshness of the valley, / To see whether the vine had budded, / Whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
6:12 Before I was aware, / My soul set me among the chariots of my noble people.
6:13 Return, return, O Shulammite; / Return, return, that we may gaze at you. / Why should you gaze at the Shulammite, / As upon the dance of two camps?