1 | Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? (Beloved) |
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 browses among the lilies, |
4 | You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners. |
5 | Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead. |
6 | Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing; of which every one has twins; none is bereaved among them. |
7 | Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil. |
8 | There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number. |
9 | My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother's only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. |
10 | Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners? |
11 | I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower. |
12 | Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people's chariots. (Friends) |
13 | Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. (Lover) Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim? |