Cânticos 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?

2 My beloved is gone down to 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

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 lie along the side of Gilead.

6 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which are come up from the washing; whereof every one hath twins, and none is bereaved among them.

7 Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil.

8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.

9 My dove, my undefiled, is

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

11 I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded,

12 Or ever I was aware, my soul set me

13 Return, return, O Shulammite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, as upon the dance of Mahanaim?