6:1 Whither has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Whither 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 pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
6:3 I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
6:4 You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
6:5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they disturb me -- Your hair is like a flock of goats, moving 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 is bereaved.
6:7 Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.
6:8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
6:9 My dove, my perfect one, is only one, the darling of her mother, flawless to her that bore her. The maidens saw her and called her happy; the queens and concubines also, and they praised her.
6:10 "Who is this that looks forth like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible 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 fancy set me in a chariot beside my prince.
6:13 Return, return, O Shu'lammite, return, return, that we may look upon you. Why should you look upon the Shu'lammite, as upon a dance before two armies?
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