6:1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That we may seek him with thee? 6:2 My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. 6:3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine; He feedeth his flock among the lilies, 6:4 Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners. 6:5 Turn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead. 6:6 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them. 6:7 Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil. 6:8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number. 6:9 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 called her blessed; Yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. 6:10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners? 6:11 I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, And the pomegranates were in flower. 6:12 Before I was aware, my soul set me Among the chariots of my princely people. 6:13 Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, As upon the dance of Mahanaim?