Chapter 6 1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.6 Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.9 My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?11 I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.12 Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.13 Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.
Chapter 7 1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.