Song of Solomon 6 — UBES

6Verse 1Whither is thy kinsman gone,
Thou beautiful among women?
Whither has thy kinsman turned aside?
Tell us, and we will seek him with thee.^{Verse 2}My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice,
To feed his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
^{Verse 3}I am my kinsman’s, and my kinsman is mine,
Who feeds among the lilies.^{Verse 4}Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure,
Beautiful as Jerusalem,
Terrible as armies set in array.
^{Verse 5}Turn away thine eyes from before me,
For they have ravished me:
Thy hair is as flocks of goats
Which have appeared from Gilead.
^{Verse 6}Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep,
That have gone up from the washing,
All of them bearing twins,
And there is none barren among them:
Thy lips are as a thread of scarlet,
And thy speech is comely.
^{Verse 7}Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate,
Being seen without thy veil.^{Verse 8}There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines,
And maidens without number.
^{Verse 9}My dove, my perfect one is one;
She is the only one of her mother;
She is the choice of her that bore her.
The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed,
Yea, and the concubines, and they will praise her.
^{Verse 10}Who is this that looks forth as the morning,
Fair as the moon, choice as the sun,
Terrible as armies set in array?^{Verse 11}I went down to the garden of nuts,
To look at the fruits of the valley,
To see if the vine flowered,
If the pomegranates blossomed.
^{Verse 12}There I will give thee my breasts:
My soul knew it not:
It made me as the chariots of Amminadab.