Song of Solomon 6:1-9 ▼

1 To where has your beloved gone, || O beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned, || And we seek him with you?

2 My beloved went down to his garden, || To the beds of the spice, || To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

3 I [am] my beloved’s, and my beloved [is] mine, || Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

4 You [are] beautiful, my friend, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, || Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.

5 Turn around your eyes from before me, || Because they have made me proud. Your hair [is] as a row of the goats, || That have shone from Gilead,

6 Your teeth as a row of the lambs, || That have come up from the washing, || Because all of them are forming twins, || And a bereaved one is not among them.

7 As the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil.

8 Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, || And virgins without number.

9 One is my dove, my perfect one, || She [is] one of her mother, || She [is] the choice one of her that bore her, || Daughters saw, and pronounce her blessed, || Queens and concubines, and they praise her.