1 W here has your beloved gone, O you fairest among women? Where is your beloved hiding himself? For we would seek him with you.

Where has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned aside, That we may seek him with you? The Shulamite

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

My beloved has gone to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed his flock in the gardens, And to gather lilies.

3 I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine! He feeds among the lilies.

I am my beloved’s, And my beloved is mine. He feeds his flock among the lilies. Praise of the Shulamite’s Beauty The Beloved

4 Y ou are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, and as comely as Jerusalem, as terrible as a bannered host!

O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem, Awesome as an army with banners!

5 T urn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me! Your hair is like a flock of goats trailing down from Mount Gilead.

Turn your eyes away from me, For they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats Going down from Gilead.

6 Y our teeth are like a flock of ewes coming from their washing, of which all are in pairs, and not one of them is missing.

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep Which have come up from the washing; Every one bears twins, And none is barren among them.

7 Y our cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.

Like a piece of pomegranate Are your temples behind your veil.

8 T here are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and virgins without number;

There are sixty queens And eighty concubines, And virgins without number.

9 B ut my dove, my undefiled and perfect one, stands alone; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her and called her blessed and happy, yes, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

My dove, my perfect one, Is the only one, The only one of her mother, The favorite of the one who bore her. The daughters saw her And called her blessed, The queens and the concubines, And they praised her.

10 W ho is this that looks forth like the dawn, fair as the moon, clear and pure as the sun, and terrible as a bannered host?

Who is she who looks forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Awesome as an army with banners? The Shulamite

11 I went down into the nut orchard to look at the green plants of the valley, to see whether the grapevine had budded and the pomegranates were in flower.

I went down to the garden of nuts To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine had budded And the pomegranates had bloomed.

12 B efore I was aware, my desire had brought me into the area of the princes of my people.

Before I was even aware, My soul had made me As the chariots of my noble people. The Beloved and His Friends

13 R eturn, return, O Shulammite; return, return, that we may look upon you! What is there for you to see in the Shulammite? As upon a dance before two armies or a dance of Mahanaim.

Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon you! The Shulamite What would you see in the Shulamite— As it were, the dance of the two camps?