Song Of Solomon 6
Together in the Garden
The Friends
¹ Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.
The Bride
² My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.
³ I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
The Bridegroom
⁴ You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
⁵ Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.
⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
⁷ Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
⁸ There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,
⁹ but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.
The Friends
¹⁰ Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?
The Bridegroom
¹¹ I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom.
¹² Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.1
The Friends
¹³ Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you.
The Bridegroom
Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim 2?