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 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 the 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 feeds among the lilies.

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

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

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, of which every one bears 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 slices of pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.

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

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

Sixty are queens, and eighty 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.

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

`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 vines 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 return 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? She shall be as a multitude of tabernacles.

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