Song of Songs Chapter 6    

¹Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
 

²My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.
  ³I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He grazes among the lilies.
 

⁴You are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
  ⁵Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats that lie along the side of Gilead.
  ⁶Your teeth are like a flock of ewes that have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; none is bereaved among them.
  ⁷Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
  ⁸There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.
  ⁹My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
  ¹⁰Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun and awesome as an army with banners?
  ¹¹I went down into the nut tree grove to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded and the pomegranates were in flower.
  ¹²Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.
 

¹³Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you.

Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite as at the dance of Mahanaim?