1 W hither is thy beloved gone, Thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? And we will 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.

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

4 T hou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:

5 T urn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.

6 T hy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.

7 A s a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.

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

9 M y dove, mine undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother, She is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

10 W ho is she that looketh forth as the dawn, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, Terrible as troops with banners?

11 I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, Whether the pomegranates blossomed.

12 B efore I was aware, My soul set me upon the chariots of my willing people.

13 R eturn, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee.—What would ye look upon in the Shulamite?—As it were the dance of two camps.