6:1 Whither is thy beloved gone, Thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? And we will seek him with thee.

6:2 My beloved is gone down into 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, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:

6:5 Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.

6:6 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.

6:7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.

6:8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number:

6:9 My dove, mine 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 they called her blessed; The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

6:10 Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, Terrible as troops with banners?

6:11 I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, Whether the pomegranates blossomed.

6:12 Before I was aware, My soul set me upon the chariots of my willing people.