| 1 | Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee. |
| 2 | My beloved is gone down into 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 feedeth among the lilies. |
| 4 | Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. |
| 5 | Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead. |
| 6 | Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, of which every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them. |
| 7 | As a piece of pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks. |
| 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 that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yes, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. |
| 10 | Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners? |
| 11 | I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded. |
| 12 | Or ere I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib. |
| 13 | Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies. |
