Song of Songs 6

1Where has your beloved gone, most beautiful of women? Which way has your beloved turned, so that we can look for him with you? 2My beloved has gone down into his garden, to the spice beds, to browse in the gardens and gather lilies. 3I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies. 4You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, as lovely as Jerusalem, as awe-inspiring as an army with its banners. 5Turn your eyes away from me; they overpower me. Your hair is like a flock of goats pouring down the slopes of Gilead. 6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes that have come up from the washing; each one has its twin, and not one of them is missing. 7Your cheeks behind your veil are like halves of a pomegranate. 8There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and young women beyond counting. 9But my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the one and only to her mother, the favorite of the one who bore her. The young women saw her and called her happy; the queens and the concubines praised her.

10“Who is this who looks out like the dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as bright as the sun, as awe-inspiring as an army with its banners?”

11I went down to the grove of nut trees to look at the new growth in the valley, to see if the vines had budded and the pomegranates were in bloom. 12Before I knew it, my desire had set me among the chariots of Ammi-nadib.

13Come back, come back, Shulammite; come back, come back, so that we may look at you! Why do you want to look at the Shulammite as at the dance of Mahanaim?