1Where has your beloved gone, O fairest of women? Which way did your beloved turn, that we may look for him with you?
2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds where balsam grows, to delight in the gardens, and to pick the lilies. 3I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; he grazes his flock among the lilies.
4You are beautiful as Tirzah, my dearest, lovely as Jerusalem a 6:4 lovely as Jerusalem: prob. rdg; Heb. adds majestic as the starry heavens (see verse 10). . 5Turn your eyes away from me; they dazzle me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead; 6your teeth are like a flock of ewes newly come up from the dipping, all of them have twins, and none has lost a lamb. 7Your parted lips behind your veil are like a pomegranate cut open. 8There may be three score princesses, four score concubines, and young women past counting, 9but there is one alone, my dove, my perfect one, her mother's only child, the favourite of the one who bore her. Maidens see her and call her happy, princesses and concubines sing her praises. 10Who is this that looks out like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, radiant as the sun, majestic as the starry heavens? 11I went down to a garden of nut trees to look at the green shoots of the palms, to see if the vine had budded or the pomegranates were in flower. 12I did not recognize myself: she made me a prince chosen from myriads b 6:12 myriads: prob. rdg; Heb. chariots. of my people.
13 c 6:13 In Heb. 7:1 . Come back, O Shulammite, come back; come back, that we may gaze on you.
How you love to gaze on the Shulammite, as she moves between the lines of dancers!