6:1 Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you 6:2 My beloved has gone down to his garden to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens and to gather lilies. 6:3 I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies. 6:4 You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners. 6:5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they overwhelm me-- Your hair is like a flock of goats leaping down the slopes of Gilead. 6:6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes that have come up from the washing; all of them bear twins; not one among them has lost its young. 6:7 Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil. 6:8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and virgins without number. 6:9 My dove, my perfect one, is the only one, the only one of her mother, pure to her who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines also, and they praised her. 6:10 "Who is this who looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awesome as an army with banners" 6:11 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. 6:12 Before I was aware, my desire set me among the chariots of my kinsman, a prince. 6:13 Return, return, O Shulammite, return, return, that we may look upon you. Why should you look upon the Shulammite, as upon a dance before two armies