Song of Solomon, 6

1. CHORUS: Where did your lover go, O loveliest of women? Which way did your lover turn so that we can help you seek him?

1. Whither has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Whither has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?

2. BELOVED: My love went down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock on the grass and gather lilies.

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.

3. I belong to my love, and my love to me. He pastures his flock among the lilies.

3. I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine; he pastures his flock among the lilies.

4. LOVER: You are fair as Tirzah, my beloved, enchanting as Jerusalem, formidable as an army!

4. You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

5. Turn your eyes away from me, they take me by assault! Your hair is like a flock of goats surging down the slopes of Gilead.

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. Your teeth are like a flock of ewes as they come up from being washed. Each one has its twin, not one unpaired with another.

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.

7. Your cheeks, behind your veil, are halves of pomegranate.

7. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.

8. There are sixty queens and eighty concubines (and countless girls).

8. There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.

9. My dove is my only one, perfect and mine. She is the darling of her mother, the favourite of the one who bore her. Girls have seen her and proclaimed her blessed, queens and concubines have sung her praises,

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.

10. 'Who is this arising like the dawn, fair as the moon, resplendent as the sun, formidable as an army?'

10. "Who is this that looks forth like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army with banners?"

11. I went down to the nut orchard to see the fresh shoots in the valley, to see if the vines were budding and the pomegranate trees in flower.

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.

12. Before I knew . . . my desire had hurled me onto the chariots of Amminadib!

12. Before I was aware, my fancy set me in a chariot beside my prince.

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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?