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

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

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.

My beloved has gone to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed his flock in the gardens, And to gather lilies.

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

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

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

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

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,

Turn your eyes away from me, For they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats Going down 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.

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep Which have come up from the washing; Every one bears twins, And none is barren among them.

7 A s the work of the pomegranate thy temple behind thy veil.

Like a piece of pomegranate Are your temples behind your veil.

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

There are sixty 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.

My 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.

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

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

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 --

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.

12 I knew not my soul, It made me -- chariots of my people Nadib.

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

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

Return, 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?