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

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 has gone to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed his flock in the gardens, And to gather 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 his flock among the lilies. Praise of the Shulamite’s Beauty The Beloved

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

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

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

5 T urn your eyes away from me, For they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats Going down 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 Y our teeth are like a flock of sheep Which have come up from the washing; Every one bears twins, And none is 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 L ike a piece of pomegranate Are your temples behind your veil.

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, 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.

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

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

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

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 you! The Shulamite What would you see in the Shulamite— As it were, the dance of the two camps?

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.