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?
6:2 My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
6:3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; He feedeth `his flock' among the lilies,
6:4 Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.
6:5 Turn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead.
6:6 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.
6:7 Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.
6:8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins 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 bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; `Yea', the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
6:10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners?
6:11 I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, `And' the pomegranates were in flower.
6:12 Before I was aware, my soul set me `Among' the chariots of my princely people.
6:13 Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, As upon the dance of Mahanaim?