Song of Solomon 6

1where is your beloved gone, O you fairest among women? where is your beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with you. 2My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. 3I my beloved's, and my beloved mine: he feedeth among the lilies. 4you beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as with banners. 5Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me: your hair as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead. 6your teeth as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and not one barren among them. 7As a piece of a pomegranate your temples within your locks. 8There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number. 9My dove, my undefiled is one; she the one of her mother, she the choice of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; , the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. 10Who she looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, terrible as with banners? 11I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, to see whether the vine flourished, the pomegranates budded. 12Or ever I was aware, my soul made me the chariots of Amminadib. 13Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon you. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.