The Maidens to the Beloved:
6:1 Where has your beloved gone,
O most beautiful among women?
Where has your beloved turned?
Tell us,
The Beloved to the Maidens:
6:2 My beloved has gone down to his garden,
to the flowerbeds of balsam spices,
to graze
and to gather lilies.
The Beloved about Her Lover:
6:3 I am my lover’s
he grazes among the lilies.
The Lover to His Beloved:
6:4 My darling, you are as beautiful as Tirzah,
as lovely as Jerusalem,
as awe-inspiring
6:5 Turn your eyes away from me –
they overwhelm
Your hair is like a flock of goats
descending from Mount Gilead.
6:6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
coming up from the washing;
each has its twin;
not one of them is missing.
6:7 Like a slice of pomegranate
is your forehead
6:8 There may be sixty
and eighty concubines,
and young women
6:9 But she is unique!
My dove, my perfect one!
She is the special daughter
she is the favorite
The maidens
the queens and concubines praised her:
6:10 “Who
Beautiful as the moon,
awe-inspiring
The Lover to His Beloved:
6:11 I went down to the orchard of walnut trees,
to look for the blossoms of the valley,
to see if the vines had budded
or if the pomegranates were in bloom.
6:12
There please give me your myrrh,
O daughter of my princely people.