Song of Songs, Chapter 6

1. "Whither has your beloved gone, O fairest of women? Whither has your beloved turned? Let us seek him with you."    2. My beloved has gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To browse in the gardens And to pick lilies.    3. I am my beloved's And my beloved is mine; He browses among the lilies.    4. You are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awesome as bannered hosts.    5. Turn your eyes away from me, For they overwhelm me! Your hair is like a flock of goats Streaming down from Gilead.    6. Your teeth are like a flock of ewes Climbing up from the washing pool; All of them bear twins, And not one loses her young.    7. Your brow behind your veil [Gleams] like a pomegranate split open.    8. There are sixty queens, And eighty concubines, And damsels without number.    9. Only one is my dove, My perfect one, The only one of her mother, The delight of her who bore her. Maidens see and acclaim her; Queens and concubines, and praise her.    10. Who is she that shines through like the dawn, Beautiful as the moon, Radiant as the sun Awesome as bannered hosts?    11. I went down to the nut grove To see the budding of the vale; To see if the vines had blossomed, If the pomegranates were in bloom.    12. Before I knew it, My desire set me Mid the chariots of Ammi-nadib.