[1] Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your
beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? Beloved [2] My beloved has
gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the
gardens, and to gather lilies. [3] I am my beloved`s, and my beloved is
mine. He browses among the lilies, [4] You are beautiful, my love, as
Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem, Awesome as an army with banners. [5]
Turn away your eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Your hair is
like a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead. [6] Your teeth
are like a flock of ewes, Which have come up from the washing; Of
which every one has twins; None is bereaved among them. [7] Your temples
are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil. [8] There are sixty
queens, eighty concubines, And virgins without number. [9] My dove, my
perfect one, is unique. She is her mother`s only daughter. She is the
favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her
blessed, The queens and the concubines, and they praised her. [10] Who
is she who looks forth as the morning, Beautiful as the moon, Clear
as the sun, Awesome as an army with banners? [11] I went down into the
nut tree grove, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether
the vine budded, And the pomegranates were in flower. [12] Without
realizing it, My desire set me with my royal people`s chariots. Friends
[13] Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at
you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, As at the dance
of Mahanaim?
