Song of Solomon 6

Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women?

My beloved has gone down to his garden,

I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine.

You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah,

Turn away your eyes from me,

Your teeth are like a flock of ewes,

Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

There are sixty queens, eighty concubines,

My dove, my perfect one, is unique.

Who is she who looks out as the morning,

I went down into the nut tree grove,

Without realizing it,

Return, return, Shulammite!