Song of Solomon 6

¹Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women?

²My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices,

³I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine:

⁴Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah,

⁵Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me:

⁶Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing,

⁷As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.

⁸There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines,

⁹My dove, my undefiled is but one;

¹⁰Who is she that looketh forth as the morning,

¹¹I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley,

¹²Or ever I was aware,

¹³Return, return, O Shulamite;