Holy Bible - Revised Standard Version(RSV)

6:1	Whither has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Whither has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
6:2	My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
6:3	I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine;he pastures his flock among the lilies.
6:4	You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
6:5	Turn away your eyes from me, for they disturb me -- Your hair is like a flock of goats, moving down the slopes of Gilead.
6:6	Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, that have come up from the washing, all of them bear twins, not one among them is bereaved.
6:7	Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.
6:8	There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
6:9	My dove, my perfect one, is only one, the darling of her mother, flawless to her that bore her. The maidens saw her and called her happy;the queens and concubines also, and they praised her.
6:10	'Who is this that looks forth like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army with banners?'
6:11	I went down to the nut orchard, to look at the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
6:12	Before I was aware, my fancy set me in a chariot beside my prince.
6:13	Return, return, O Shu'lammite, return, return, that we may look upon you. Why should you look upon the Shu'lammite, as upon a dance before two armies?