Song of Songs 6 · שיר השירים

Where is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? where has thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.

My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feeds among the lilies.

Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirża, comely as Yerushalayim, terrible as an army with banners.

Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is like a flock of goats cascading down from Gil῾ad.

Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, of which all bear twins, and not one of them miscarries.

As a piece of a pomegranate is thy cheek within thy veil.

There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines and young women without number.

My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her happy; and the queens and the concubines praised her.

Who is she that looks out like the dawn, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?

I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine had blossomed, whether the pomegranates were in flower.

Without my knowing it, my soul set me among the chariots of a princely people.