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.

Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?

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 beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

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

I my beloved's, and my beloved mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

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

Fair thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.

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 round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair as a row of the goats, That have shone 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.

Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

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

As the work of the pomegranate thy temple behind thy veil.

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

Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.

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.

One is my dove, my perfect one, One she of her mother, The choice one she of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.

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 this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon -- clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'

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.

Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed --

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

I knew not my soul, It made me -- chariots of my people Nadib.

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 Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?