1
Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
2
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture in the gardens and to gather lilies.
3
I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He pastures among the lilies.
4
You are beautiful, my beloved, as Tirtzah, lovely as Yerushalayim, awesome as an army with banners.
5
Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gil’ad.
6
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and not one among them is bereaved.
7
Your temples behind your veil are like a slice of pomegranate.
8
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
9
But one is my dove, my whole one. She is the only one of her mother, the pure one of she who bore her. The daughters saw her and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines praised her.
10
Who is this who looks forth like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, pure as the sun, awesome as an army with banners?
11
I went down to the garden of nuts to see the green growth of the valley, to see whether the vine had budded, whether the pomegranates had blossomed.
12
Before I knew it, my being set me among the chariots of my noble people.
13
Return, return, O Shulammite. Return, return, that we may look upon you. Why do you look upon the Shulammite as upon the dance of the two camps?