Song of Songs, Chapter 6

1. Where has your beloved gone, O you fairest among women? where has your beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with you.    2. My beloved has gone down into 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 feeds among the lilies.    4. You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.    5. Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me: your hair is like a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.    6. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, of which every one bears twins, and there is not one barren among them.    7. As a piece of a pomegranate are your temples within your locks.    8. There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins 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 bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.    10. Who is she that looks forth like the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?    11. I went down into the garden of nut trees to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.    12. Before I was even aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Ammi-nadib.    13. Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon you. What will you see in the Shulamite? The appearance of the company of two armies.