Song of Solomon 6

²My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³I am my beloved`s, and my beloved is mine; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,

⁴Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.

⁵Turn 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.

⁶Thy 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.

⁷Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.

⁸There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number.

⁹My 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.

¹⁰Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners?

¹¹I 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.

¹²Before I was aware, my soul set me [Among] the chariots of my princely people.

¹³Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, As upon the dance of Mahanaim?