Where is your beloved gone, O you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned him, That we may seek him with you?
2My beloved is gone down to 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 his flock among the lilies,
4You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.
5Turn away your eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Your hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead.
6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every one has twins, None is bereaved among them.
7Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind your veil.
8There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, Virgins without number.
9My 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; Yes, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10Who is she who looks forth as the morning, Beautiful as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners?
11I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, The pomegranates were in flower.
12Before I was aware, my soul set me Among the chariots of my princely people.
13Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look on you. Why will you look on the Shulammite, As on the dance of Mahanaim?