Whither is thy beloved gone,1 O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside?1 that we may seek17 him with thee.
My beloved is gone down1 into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed2 in the gardens, and to gather2 lilies.
I [am] my beloved's, and my beloved [is] mine: he feedeth6 among the lilies.
Thou [art] beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as [an army] with banners.12
Turn away54 thine eyes from me, for they have overcome52 me: thy hair [is] as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
Thy teeth [are] as a flock of sheep which go up1 from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins,56 and [there is] not one barren among them.
As a piece of a pomegranate [are] thy temples within thy locks.
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
My dove, my undefiled is [but] one; she [is] the [only] one of her mother, she [is] the choice [one] of her that bare6 her. The daughters saw1 her, and blessed17 her; [yea], the queens and the concubines, and they praised17 her.
Who [is] she [that] looketh forth12 as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, [and] terrible as [an army] with banners?12
I went down1 into the garden of nuts to see2 the fruits of the valley, [and] to see2 whether the vine flourished,1 [and] the pomegranates budded.52
Or ever I was aware,1 my soul made1 me [like] the chariots of Amminadib. 5971 5993
Return,3 return,3 O Shulamite; return,3 return,3 that we may look4 upon thee. What will ye see4 in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.