Song of Solomon 6:1-6

¹Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?

²My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

⁴Fair art thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.

⁵Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair is as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,

⁶Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.