1 “ Where has your loved one gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your loved one turned, that we may look for him with you?” The Woman

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

2 “ My love has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices. He has gone 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 the lilies.

3 I am my love’s, and my love is mine, he who feeds his flock among the lilies.” The Fifth Song King Solomon

I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine; he feeds among the lilies.

4 “ You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as beautiful as Jerusalem. You are to be feared as an army with flags.

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

5 T urn your eyes away from me, for they trouble me. Your hair is like a flock of goats that has come down from Gilead.

Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me; thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

6 Y our teeth are like a flock of sheep which has come up from the washing. All of them give birth to two lambs at a time, and not one of them has lost her young.

Thy 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.

7 T he sides of your forehead are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your face-covering.

As slices of pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.

8 T here are sixty queens, and eighty women kept who act like wives, and there are too many young women to number who have never had a man.

There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

9 B ut my dove, my perfect one, is special. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the pure child of the one who gave birth to her. The young women saw her and knew she was honored. The queens and the women who act as wives praised her, saying,

My 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.

10 ‘ Who is this that looks out like the first light of day? She is as beautiful as the full moon, as pure as the sun. She is to be feared as an army with flags.’” The Woman

Who 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?

11 “ I went down to the field of nut trees to see the flowers of the valley, to see if the vines or the pomegranates had flowers.

¶ 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.

12 B efore I knew it, I wanted to be over the war-wagons of the princes of my people.” Women of Jerusalem

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

13 “ Return, return, O Shulammite! Return, return, that we may look upon you!” The Woman “Why should you look upon the Shulammite, as upon a dance in front of two armies?”

Return, 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.