1Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned aside? Tell us, so we may look for him with you.
2My beloved has gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He feeds among the lilies.
4You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
5Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats coming down from Gilead.
6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Every one of them bears twins, and not one among them has lost her young.
7Your temples behind your veil are like a piece of a pomegranate.
8There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and young women without number.
9My dove, my perfect one, is the only one. She is the only daughter of her mother, the favourite of the one who bore her. The daughters saw her and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines praised her.
10Who is she who looks out like the morning, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
11I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine was in flower, and the pomegranates were in bud.
12Before I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
13Return, return, Shulamite; return, return, so that we may look at you. What will you see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.