Whither is thy beloved gone
, O thou fairest
among women
? whither is thy beloved
turned aside
? that we may seek
him with thee.
My beloved is gone down
into his garden
, to the beds
of spices
, to feed
in the gardens
, and to gather
lilies
.
I am my beloved's, and my beloved
is mine: he feedeth
among the lilies
.
Thou art beautiful, O my love
, as Tirzah
, comely
as Jerusalem
, terrible
as an army with banners
.
Turn away thine eyes
from me, for they
have overcome
me: thy hair
is as a flock
of goats
that appear
from Gilead
.
Thy teeth are as a flock
of sheep
which go up
from the washing
, whereof every one beareth twins
, 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 bare
her. The daughters
saw
her, and blessed
her; yea , the queens
and the concubines
, and they praised
her.
Who is she that looketh forth as the morning
, fair
as the moon
, clear
as the sun
, and terrible
as an army with banners
?
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
.
Or ever I was aware, my soul
made
me like the chariots
of Amminadib
.
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
.