Song of Solomon 6 (YLT)

¹ Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?

² My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³ I <FI>am<Fi> my beloved's, and my beloved <FI>is<Fi> mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

⁴ Fair <FI>art<Fi> thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.

⁵ Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair <FI>is<Fi> as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,

⁶ Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

⁷ As the work of the pomegranate <FI>is<Fi> thy temple behind thy veil.

⁸ Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.

⁹ One is my dove, my perfect one, One she <FI>is<Fi> of her mother, The choice one she <FI>is<Fi> of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.

¹⁰ `Who <FI>is<Fi> this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon--clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'

¹¹ Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed--

¹² I knew not my soul, It made me--chariots of my people Nadib.

¹³ Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?