Song of Solomon 6 — GMV

6 Whither is thy kinsman gone, ² My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, ³ I am my kinsman’s, and my kinsman is mine, ⁴ Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, ⁵ Turn away thine eyes from before me, ⁶ Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, ⁷ Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, ⁸ There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, ⁹ My dove, my perfect one is one; ¹⁰ Who is this that looks forth as the morning, ¹¹ I went down to the garden of nuts, ¹² There I will give thee my breasts: