1 W hither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.

“Where has your loved one gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your loved one turned, that we may look for him with you?” The Woman

2 M y beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

“My love has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices. He has gone to feed his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.

3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.

I am my love’s, and my love is mine, he who feeds his flock among the lilies.” The Fifth Song King Solomon

4 T hou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

“You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as beautiful as Jerusalem. You are to be feared as an army with flags.

5 T urn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

Turn your eyes away from me, for they trouble me. Your hair is like a flock of goats that has come down from Gilead.

6 T hy 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.

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which has come up from the washing. All of them give birth to two lambs at a time, and not one of them has lost her young.

7 A s a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.

The sides of your forehead are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your face-covering.

8 T here are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.

There are sixty queens, and eighty women kept who act like wives, and there are too many young women to number who have never had a man.

9 M y 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.

But my dove, my perfect one, is special. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the pure child of the one who gave birth to her. The young women saw her and knew she was honored. The queens and the women who act as wives praised her, saying,

10 W ho is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?

‘Who is this that looks out like the first light of day? She is as beautiful as the full moon, as pure as the sun. She is to be feared as an army with flags.’” The Woman

11 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.

“I went down to the field of nut trees to see the flowers of the valley, to see if the vines or the pomegranates had flowers.

12 O r ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.

Before I knew it, I wanted to be over the war-wagons of the princes of my people.” Women of Jerusalem

13 R eturn, 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.

“Return, return, O Shulammite! Return, return, that we may look upon you!” The Woman “Why should you look upon the Shulammite, as upon a dance in front of two armies?”