Song of Solomon 6:1-7

¹Whither is thy kinsman gone, Thou beautiful among women? Whither has thy kinsman turned aside? Tell us, and we will seek him with thee.

²My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, To feed his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³I am my kinsman’s, and my kinsman is mine, Who feeds among the lilies.

⁴Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, Beautiful as Jerusalem, Terrible as armies set in array.

⁵Turn away thine eyes from before me, For they have ravished me: Thy hair is as flocks of goats Which have appeared from Gilead.

⁶Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, That have gone up from the washing, All of them bearing twins, And there is none barren among them: Thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, And thy speech is comely.

⁷Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, Being seen without thy veil.