- Where is your loved one gone, O most fair among women?
Where is your loved one turned away, that we may go looking for him with you?
- My loved one is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to take food in the gardens, and to get lilies.
- I am for my loved one, and my loved one is for me;
he takes food among the lilies.
- You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem;
you are to be feared like an army with flags.
- Let your eyes be turned away from me;
see, they have overcome me;
your hair is as a flock of goats which take their rest on the side of Gilead.
- Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which come up from the washing;
every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.
- Like pomegranate fruit are the sides of your head under your veil.
- There are sixty queens, and eighty servant-wives, and young girls without number.
- My dove, my very beautiful one, is but one;
she is the only one of her mother, she is the dearest one of her who gave her birth.
The daughters saw her, and gave her a blessing;
yes, the queens and the servant-wives, and they gave her praises.
- Who is she, looking down as the morning light, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, who is to be feared like an army with flags?
- I went down into the garden of nuts to see the green plants of the valley, and to see if the vine was in bud, and the pomegranate-trees were in flower.
- Before I was conscious of it, …
- Come back, come back, O Shulammite;
come back, come back, so that our eyes may see you.
What will you see in the Shulammite?