Song 6 | ASV | e4.org | Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That we may seek him with thee?

‏ Song of Solomon 6

1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That we may seek him with thee? 2 My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of ^▼▼1 spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. ^{▼▼1) Or balsam} 3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine; He feedeth his flock among the lilies,

4 Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as ^▼▼1 an army with banners. ^{▼▼1) Heb bannered hosts} 5 Turn away thine eyes from me, For they ^▼▼1 have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead. ^{▼▼1) Or make me afraid} 6 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them. 7 Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil. 8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And ^▼▼1 virgins without number. ^{▼▼1) Or maidens} 9 My dove, my ^▼▼1 undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the ^▼▼2 choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; Yea , the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. ^{▼▼1) Heb perfect 2) Or pure} 10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, ^▼▼1 Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners? ^{▼▼1) Or Pure}

11 I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, And the pomegranates were in flower. 12 Before I was aware, my ^▼▼1 soul ^▼▼2 set me Among the chariots of my ^▼▼3 princely people. ^{▼▼1) Or desire 2) Or made me like the chariots of Amminadib 3) Or willing} 13 Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, As upon the dance ^▼▼1 of Mahanaim? ^{▼▼1) Or of two companies}