¹ Where has thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Where has thy beloved turned, that we may seek him with thee?

² My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³ I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He feeds among the lilies.

⁴ Thou are fair, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, sublime as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats that lie along the side of Gilead.

⁶ Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins, and none is bereaved among them.

⁷ Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil.

⁸ There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

⁹ My dove, my undefiled, is but one. She is the only one of her mother. She is the choice one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed, yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Who is she who looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, sublime as an army with banners?

¹¹ I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.

¹² Before I was aware, my soul set me among the chariots of my princely people.

¹³ Return, return, O Shulammite, return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, as upon the dance of two armies?