6 Where has your lover gone, so we can help you find him? 2 My lover has gone down to his garden, and gather the lilies. 3 I am my lover’s, and my lover is mine. He browses among the lilies. 4 You are beautiful, my darling, as majestic as an army with billowing banners. 5 Turn your eyes away, like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead. 6 Your teeth are as white as sheep each tooth matched with its twin. 7 Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates behind your veil. 8 Even among sixty queens and countless young women, 9 I would still choose my dove, my perfect one— even queens and royal concubines sing her praises: 10 “Who is this, arising like the dawn, as majestic as an army with billowing banners?” 11 I went down to the grove of walnut trees or the pomegranates were in bloom. 12 Before I realized it, my strong desires had taken me to the chariot of a noble man. 13 Return, return to us, O maid of Shulam. as she moves so gracefully between two lines of dancers?