Song of Solomon 6:1-5 ▼

1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That we may seek him with thee?'

2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, And to gather lilies.

3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine, That feedeth among the lilies.'

4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.

5 Turn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That trail down from Gilead.