Song of Solomon 6 — GMV

6 Verse 1 Whither is thy kinsman gone, ^{Verse 2} My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, ^{Verse 3} I am my kinsman’s, and my kinsman is mine, ^{Verse 4} Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, ^{Verse 5} Turn away thine eyes from before me, ^{Verse 6} Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, ^{Verse 7} Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, ^{Verse 8} There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, ^{Verse 9} My dove, my perfect one is one; ^{Verse 10} Who is this that looks forth as the morning, ^{Verse 11} I went down to the garden of nuts, ^{Verse 12} There I will give thee my breasts: