6:1 Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
6:2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
6:3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies,
6:4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
6:5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.
6:6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing; of which every one has twins; none is bereaved among them.
6:7 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
6:8 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.
6:9 My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
6:10 Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
6:11 I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
6:12 Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.
6:13 Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?
7:1 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
7:2 Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
7:3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.
7:4 Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
7:5 Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.
7:6 How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!
7:7 This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.
7:8 I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples,
7:9 Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
7:10 I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.
7:11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.
7:12 Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
7:13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.