6:1
'Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, that we may seek him with thee?'

6:2
'My beloved is gone down into 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, that feedeth among the lilies.'

6:4
Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

6:5
Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from Gilead.

6:6
Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.

6:7
Thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.

6:8
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and maidens without number.

6:9
My dove, my undefiled, is but one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her happy; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

6:10
Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, terrible as an army with banners?

6:11
I went down into the garden of nuts, to look at the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.

6:12
Before I was aware, my soul set me upon the chariots of my princely people.