1 W hither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That we may seek him with thee?

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 is 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 feedeth his flock 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 T hou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.

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

5 T urn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of 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 T hy teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.

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 T hy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.

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

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

There are sixty 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 called her blessed; Yea, 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 she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners?

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 garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine 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 soul set me Among the chariots of my princely 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 thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, As upon the 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?