Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy
beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in
the gardens, and to gather lilies.
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as
an army with banners.
Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a
flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
6:6Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof
every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.
(6:6) "Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof
every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them."
As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
6:8There are threescore
queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
(6:8) "There are threescore queens, and fourscore
concubines, and virgins without number."
My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she
is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed
her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as
the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and
to see whether the vine flourished and the pomegranates budded.
Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee.
What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.