1 W hither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?

2 M y beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

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

4 F air thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.

5 T urn 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 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 the work of the pomegranate thy temple behind thy veil.

8 S ixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.

9 O ne 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 ` Who this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon -- clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'

11 U nto 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 I knew not my soul, It made me -- chariots of my people Nadib.

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