- Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women?
Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That we may seek him with thee?
- My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
- I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine;
He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,
- Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.
- Turn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me.
Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead.
- Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing;
Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.
- Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.
- There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number.
- My dove, my undefiled, is [but] one;
She is the only one of her mother;
She is the choice one of her that bare her.
The daughters saw her, and called her blessed;
[Yea], the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
- Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners?
- I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, [And] the pomegranates were in flower.
- Before I was aware, my soul set me [Among] the chariots of my princely people.
- Return, return, O Shulammite;
Return, return, that we may look upon thee.
Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, As upon the dance of Mahanaim?