Songofsolomon 6 in plain modern English. New Ground English Translation.

Where has your lover gone, most beautiful among women? Which way did your lover turn? We will search for him with you.

My lover has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze among the gardens and to gather lilies.

I belong to my lover and my lover belongs to me — he who grazes among the lilies.

You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, as lovely as Jerusalem, as awe-striking as an army with banners.

Turn your eyes away from me — they overwhelm me. Your hair cascades like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.

Your teeth are like a flock of ewes coming up from washing — each one paired with its twin, not one of them alone.

Behind your veil, your cheeks glow like halves of a pomegranate.

There may be sixty queens and eighty concubines and young women beyond counting —

but my dove, my perfect one, is unique — the only daughter of her mother, the favorite of the one who bore her. The young women see her and call her fortunate; queens and concubines praise her:

"Who is this that looks out like the dawn, as beautiful as the white moon, as radiant as the blazing sun, as awe-striking as an army with banners?"

I went down to the grove of walnut trees to see the new growth in the valley, to see if the vines had budded, if the pomegranates had bloomed.

Before I knew it, my desire set me among the chariots of my noble people.

Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, so we may gaze at you! Why would you gaze at the Shulammite as at the dance of Mahanaim?