Song of Solomon 6:1-9 ▼

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.

6 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof all are paired, And none faileth among them.

7 Thy temples are like a pomegranate split open Behind thy veil.

8 There are threescore queens, And fourscore concubines, And maidens without number.

9 My dove, my 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 called her happy; Yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.