# Chapter 6
1 Where has your lover gone,
    O woman of rare beauty?
Which way did he turn
    so we can help you find him?
2 My lover has gone down to his garden,
    to his spice beds,
to browse in the gardens
    and gather the lilies.
3 I am my lover’s, and my lover is mine.
    He browses among the lilies.
4 You are beautiful, my darling,
    like the lovely city of Tirzah.
Yes, as beautiful as Jerusalem,
    as majestic as an army with billowing banners.
5 Turn your eyes away,
    for they overpower me.
Your hair falls in waves,
    like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead.
6 Your teeth are as white as sheep
    that are freshly washed.
Your smile is flawless,
    each tooth matched with its twin.
7 Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates
    behind your veil.
8 Even among sixty queens
    and eighty concubines
    and countless young women,
9 I would still choose my dove, my perfect one—
    the favorite of her mother,
    dearly loved by the one who bore her.
The young women see her and praise her;
    even queens and royal concubines sing her praises:
10 “Who is this, arising like the dawn,
    as fair as the moon,
as bright as the sun,
    as majestic as an army with billowing banners?”
11 I went down to the grove of walnut trees
    and out to the valley to see the new spring growth,
to see whether the grapevines had budded
    or the pomegranates were in bloom.
12 Before I realized it,
    my strong desires had taken me to the chariot of a noble man.
13 Return, return to us, O maid of Shulam.
    Come back, come back, that we may see you again.
Why do you stare at this young woman of Shulam,
    as she moves so gracefully between two lines of dancers?