Song of Solomon 6

6:1

’Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That we may seek him with thee?’

Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.

6:2

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

My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.

6:3

I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine, That feedeth among the lilies.’

I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.

6:4

Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.

You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.

6:5

Turn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That trail down from Gilead.

Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.

6:6

Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof all are paired, And none faileth among them.

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.

6:7

Thy temples are like a pomegranate split open Behind thy veil.

Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.

6:8

There are threescore queens, And fourscore concubines, And maidens without number.

There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,

6:9

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; Yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.

6:10

Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners?

Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?

6:11

I went down into the garden of nuts, To look at the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, And the pomegranates were in flower.

I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom.

6:12

Before I was aware, my soul set me Upon the chariots of my princely people.

Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots .