- Whither is thy beloved gone, Thou fairest among women?
Whither is thy beloved turned aside?
And we will seek him with thee.
- My beloved is gone down into 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, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:
- Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me.
Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.
- Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing;
Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.
- As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.
- There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number:
- My dove, mine undefiled, is but one;
She is the only one of her mother, She is the choice one of her that bore her.
The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed;
The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
- Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, Terrible as troops with banners?
- I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, Whether the pomegranates blossomed.
- Before I was aware, My soul set me upon the chariots of my willing people.
- Return, return, O Shulamite;
Return, return, that we may look upon thee.
— What would ye look upon in the Shulamite?
— As it were the dance of two camps.