- "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 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, that feedeth among the lilies."
- Thou art beautiful, 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 trail down from Gilead.
- Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which are come up from the washing;
whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.
- Thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.
- There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and maidens 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 bore her.
The daughters saw her, and called her happy;
yea, 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 an army with banners?
- I went down into the garden of nuts, to look at 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 upon the chariots of my princely people.
- (7:1) Return, return, O Shulammite;
Return, return, that we may look upon thee.
What will ye see in the Shulammite?
As it were a dance of two companies.