Song of Solomon 6:1-12

¹Lad. Whither is thy beloved gone, thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved betaken himself? That we may seek him with thee.

²M. My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of balsam, To feed in the gardens, And to gather lilies.

³I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; He feedeth among the lilies.

⁴Beautiful art thou, my love, as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem; But terrible as an army with banners.

⁵Turn away thine eyes from me! They overpower me! Thy locks are like a flock of goats, Which lie down upon Gilead.

⁶Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep, Which come up from the washing-place, Of which every one hath twins, And none is barren among them.

⁷As a divided pomegranate Are thy cheeks behind thy veil.

⁸Threescore are the queens, and fourscore the concubines, And the maidens without number.

⁹But my dove, my undefiled, is the one; She is the incomparable one of her mother, The darling of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; The queens and concubines, and they praised her.

¹⁰Lov. Who is this that looketh forth like the morning, Fair as the moon, bright as the sun, And terrible as an army with banners?

¹¹M. I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine blossomed, And the pomegranates budded.

¹²Or ever I was aware, My soul had made me like the chariots of the prince's train.