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Whither has your beloved gone,
O fairest among women?
Whither has your beloved turned,
    that we may seek him with you?

My beloved has gone down to his garden,
    to the beds of spices,
to pasture his flock in the gardens,
    and to gather lilies.
I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine;
    he pastures his flock among the lilies.

The Bride’s Matchless Beauty

You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love,
    comely as Jerusalem,
    terrible as an army with banners.
Turn away your eyes from me,
    for they disturb me—
Your hair is like a flock of goats,
    moving down the slopes of Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes,
    that have come up from the washing,
all of them bear twins,
    not one among them is bereaved.
Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
    behind your veil.
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,
    and maidens without number.
My dove, my perfect one, is only one,
    the darling of her mother,
    flawless to her that bore her.
The maidens saw her and called her happy;
    the queens and concubines also, and they praised her.
10 “Who is this that looks forth like the dawn,
    fair as the moon, bright as the sun,
    terrible as an army with banners?”

11 I went down to the nut orchard,
    to look at the blossoms of the valley,
to see whether the vines had budded,
    whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
12 Before I was aware, my fancy set me
    in a chariot beside my prince.[a]

13 [b] Return, return, O Shu′lammite,
    return, return, that we may look upon you.

Why should you look upon the Shu′lammite,
    as upon a dance before two armies?[c]

Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 6:12 Cn: The meaning of the Hebrew is uncertain
  2. Song of Solomon 6:13 Ch 7.1 in Heb
  3. Song of Solomon 6:13 Or dance of Mahanaim

The Friends Speak to the Woman

Where has your lover gone,
    most beautiful of women?
Which way did your lover turn?
    We will look for him with you.

The Woman Answers the Friends

My lover has gone down to his garden.
    He has gone to the garden beds of spices
to feed in the gardens
    and to gather lilies.
I belong to my lover.
    And my lover belongs to me.
    He feeds among the lilies.

The Man Speaks to the Woman

My darling, you are as beautiful as the city of Tirzah.
    You are as lovely as the city of Jerusalem.
    You are as wonderful as an army flying flags.
Turn your eyes from me.
    They excite me too much!
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    streaming down Mount Gilead.
Your teeth are white like sheep
    just coming from their bath.
Each one has a twin.
    None of them is alone.
Your cheeks behind your veil
    are like slices of a pomegranate.
There may be 60 queens and 80 slave women
    and so many girls you cannot count them.
But there is only one like my dove, my perfect one.
    She is her mother’s only daughter,
    the brightest of the one who gave her birth.
The young women saw her and called her happy.
    The queens and the slave women also praised her.

The Young Women Praise the Woman

10 Who is that young woman?
    She shines out like the dawn.
She’s as pretty as the moon.
    She’s as bright as the sun.
And she’s as wonderful
    as an army flying flags.

The Man Speaks

11 I went down into the orchard of nut trees.
    I went to see the blossoms of the valley.
I went to look for buds on the vines,
    to see if the pomegranate trees had bloomed.
12 My desire for you makes me feel
    like a prince in a chariot.

The Friends Call to the Woman

13 Come back, come back, woman of Shulam.
    Come back, come back,
    so we may look at you!

The Woman Answers the Friends

Why do you want to look at the woman of Shulam
    as you would at the dance of two groups?