Song of Solomon 6

²My beloved has gone down to his garden,

³I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine.

⁴You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah,

⁵Turn away your eyes from me,

⁶Your teeth are like a flock of ewes,

⁷Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁸There are sixty queens, eighty concubines,

⁹My dove, my perfect one, is unique.

¹⁰Who is she who looks out as the morning,

¹¹I went down into the nut tree grove,

¹²Without realizing it,

¹³Return, return, Shulammite!