Song 6

¹Where has your beloved gone,

²My beloved has gone down to his garden,

³I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me;

⁴You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah,

⁵Turn your eyes away from me,

⁶Your teeth are like a flock of sheep

⁷Your brow behind your veil

⁸There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,

⁹but my dove, my perfect one, is unique,

¹⁰Who is this who shines like the dawn,

¹¹I went down to the walnut grove

¹²Before I realized it, my desire had set me

¹³Come back, come back, O Shulammite!