Song of Solomon 6:1-9 ▼

1 Whither is thy beloved gone, Thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? And we will 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: He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.

4 Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:

5 Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.

6 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.

7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.

8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number:

9 My dove, mine undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother, She is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.