| S. S. 6:1 |
Where has your beloved gone, / O you most beautiful among women? / Where has your beloved turned, / That we may seek him with you? |
| S. S. 6:2 |
My beloved has gone down to his garden, / To the beds of spices, / To feed in the gardens / And gather lilies. |
| S. S. 6:3 |
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; / He pastures [his flock] among the lilies. |
| S. S. 6:4 |
You are as beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, / As lovely as Jerusalem, / As terrible as an army with banners. |
| S. S. 6:5 |
Turn your eyes away from me, / For they overwhelm me. / Your hair is like a flock of goats / That repose on Mount Gilead. |
| S. S. 6:6 |
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes / That have come up from the washing, / All of which have borne twins, / And none of them is bereaved of her young. |
| S. S. 6:7 |
Your cheeks are like a piece of pomegranate / Behind your veil. |
| S. S. 6:8 |
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines / And virgins without number. |
| S. S. 6:9 |
My dove, my perfect one, is but one; / She is the only one of her mother; / She is the choice one of her who bore her. / The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; / The queens and the concubines, / They also praised her. |
| S. S. 6:10 |
Who is this woman who looks forth like the dawn, / As beautiful as the moon, / As clear as the sun, / As terrible as an army with banners? |
| S. S. 6:11 |
I went down to the orchard of nuts / To see the freshness of the valley, / To see whether the vine had budded, / Whether the pomegranates were in bloom. |
| S. S. 6:12 |
Before I was aware, / My soul set me [among] the chariots of my noble people. |
| S. S. 6:13 |
Return, return, O Shulammite; / Return, return, that we may gaze at you. / Why should you gaze at the Shulammite, / As upon the dance of two camps? |