Song of Songs 6
1 Whither is thy kinsman gone, thou
beautiful among women? whither has thy kinsman turned aside?
tell us, and we will seek him with thee.
2 My kinsman is gone down to his
garden, to the beds of spice, to feed his flock in
the gardens, and to gather lilies. 3 I
am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds among the lilies.
4 Thou art fair, my companion, as
Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as
armies set in array.
5 Turn away thine eyes from before me,
for they have ravished me: thy hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared
from Galaad. 6 Thy teeth are as flocks
of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing,
all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren among them: thy lips are
as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely.
7 Thy cheek is like the rind of a
pomegranate, being seen without thy veil.
8 There are sixty queens, and eighty
concubines, and maidens without number.
9 My dove, my perfect one is one; she
is the only one of her mother; she is the choice of
her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her
blessed, yea, and the concubines, and they will praise her.
10 Who is this that looks forth as
the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as
armies set in array?
11 I went down to the garden of nuts,
to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine flowered,
if the pomegranates blossomed.
12 There I will give thee my breasts:
my soul knew it not: it made me as the chariots of
Aminadab.