6 ¹ Whither has your beloved gone,
O fairest among women?
Whither has your beloved turned,
that we may seek him with you?
- She.  Sg.6.2-3

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.
- The fifth song. He.  Sg.6.4-12

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.