[1] Where is your loved one gone, O most fair among women? Where is your
loved one turned away, that we may go looking for him with you? [2] My
loved one is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to take food
in the gardens, and to get lilies. [3] I am for my loved one, and my loved
one is for me; he takes food among the lilies. [4] You are beautiful, O my
love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army
with flags. [5] Let your eyes be turned away from me; see, they have
overcome me; your hair is as a flock of goats which take their rest on the
side of Gilead. [6] Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which come up from
the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.
[7] Like pomegranate fruit are the sides of your head under your veil. [8]
There are sixty queens, and eighty servant-wives, and young girls without
number. [9] My dove, my very beautiful one, is but one; she is the only one
of her mother, she is the dearest one of her who gave her birth. The
daughters saw her, and gave her a blessing; yes, the queens and the
servant-wives, and they gave her praises. [10] Who is she, looking down as
the morning light, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, who is to be feared
like an army with flags? [11] I went down into the garden of nuts to see
the green plants of the valley, and to see if the vine was in bud, and the
pomegranate-trees were in flower. [12] Before I was conscious of it, ...
[13] Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, so that our
eyes may see you. What will you see in the Shulammite? A sword-dance.
