1 ¶ Where has thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? where didst thy beloved separate himself? that we may seek him with thee.

Whither 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 the lilies.

My 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 feeds among the lilies.

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

4 ¶ Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as desirable as Jerusalem, imposing as the standard-bearer of the army.

Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:

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 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 as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, of which every one bears twins, and there is not one barren among them.

Thy 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 slices of pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.

As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.

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

There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number:

9 M y dove is but one, my perfect one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that brought her into the light. The virgins saw her and called her blessed; yea, the queens and the concubines and they praised her.

My 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 shows herself forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and imposing as the standard-bearer of the army?

Who 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 fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vines flourished, and the pomegranates budded.

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

Before 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 will ye see in the Shulamite? She shall be as a multitude of tabernacles.

Return, 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.