Song of Songs 6

₁Most beautiful of women,

where has your lover gone?

Tell us which way your lover went,

so that we can help you find him.

₂My lover has gone to his garden,

where the balsam trees grow.

He is feeding his flock in the garden

and gathering lilies.

₃My lover is mine, and I am his;

he feeds his flock among the lilies.

₄My love, you are as beautiful as Jerusalem,

as lovely as the city of Tirzah,

as breathtaking as these great cities.

₅Turn your eyes away from me;

they are holding me captive.

Your hair dances, like a flock of goats

bounding down the hills of Gilead.

₆Your teeth are as white as a flock of sheep

that have just been washed.

Not one of them is missing;

they are all perfectly matched.

₇Your cheeks glow behind your veil.

₈Let the king have sixty queens, eighty concubines,

young women without number!

₉But I love only one,

and she is as lovely as a dove.

She is her mother's only daughter,

her mother's favourite child.

All women look at her and praise her;

queens and concubines sing her praises.

₁₀Who is this whose glance is like the dawn?

She is beautiful and bright,

as dazzling as the sun or the moon.

₁₁I have come down among the almond trees

to see the young plants in the valley,

to see the new leaves on the vines

and the blossoms on the pomegranate trees.

₁₂I am trembling; you have made me as eager for love

as a chariot driver is for battle.

₁₃Dance, dance, girl of Shulam.

Let us watch you as you dance.

Why do you want to watch me

as I dance between the rows of onlookers?