6 Where has your beloved gone,
O fairest among women?
Where has your beloved turned aside,
That we may seek him with you?

² My beloved has gone to his garden,
To the beds of spices,
To feed his flock in the gardens,
And to gather lilies.
³ I am my beloved’s,
And my beloved is mine.
He feeds his flock among the lilies.

⁴ O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah,
Lovely as Jerusalem,
Awesome as an army with banners!
⁵ Turn your eyes away from me,
For they have ^[a]overcome me.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
Going down from Gilead.
⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
Which have come up from the washing;
Every one bears twins,
And none is ^[b]barren among them.
⁷ Like a piece of pomegranate
Are your temples behind your veil.

¹¹ I went down to the garden of nuts
To see the verdure of the valley,
To see whether the vine had budded
And the pomegranates had bloomed.
¹² Before I was even aware,
My soul had made me
As the chariots of ^[c]my noble people.

¹³ Return, return, O Shulamite;
Return, return, that we may look upon you!

What would you see in the Shulamite—
As it were, the dance of ^[d]the two camps?