Song of Solomon 6

The daughters of Jerusalem ask where the beloved has gone, and the bride answers that he has gone down to his garden. She declares, "I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine." The bridegroom praises her beauty as like Tirzah and awesome as an army with banners. Among sixty queens and eighty concubines, his dove, his undefiled one, stands alone. The daughters call for the Shulamite to return.

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1	Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.	Where has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned aside, that we may seek him with you?
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 feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.
3	I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.	I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; he feeds among the lilies.
4	Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.	You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
5	Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear 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	Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.	Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing, each one bearing twins, and not one barren among them.
7	As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.	Your temples behind your veil are like a piece of pomegranate.
8	There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.	There are sixty queens and eighty concubines and young women without number,
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 blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.	but my dove, my undefiled one, is the only one. She is the only one of her mother, the choice one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines praised her.
10	Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?	Who is she who looks forth like the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, awesome as an army with banners?
11	I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.	I went down to the garden of nuts to see the fresh growth of the valley, to see whether the vine had budded and the pomegranates were in bloom.
12	Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.	Before I was aware, my desire set me among the chariots of my noble people.
13	Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.	Return, return, O Shulamite! Return, return, that we may look upon you! What will you see in the Shulamite? As it were the dance of two companies.