1
Whither is thy beloued gone?
O thou fairest among women, whither is thy beloued turned aside?
that we may seeke him with thee.
2
My beloued is gone downe into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feede in the gardens, and to gather lillies.
3
I am my beloueds, & my beloued is mine: he feedeth among the lillies.
4
Thou art beautifull, O my loue, as Tirzah, comely as Ierusalem, terrible as an armie with banners.
5
Turne away thine eyes from me, for they haue ouercome me: thy haire is a flocke of goates, that appeare from Gilead.
6
Thy teeth are as a flocke of sheepe which goe vp from the washing, wherof euery one beareth twinnes, and there is not one barren among them.
7
As a piece of a pomegranat are thy temples within thy lockes.
8
There are threescore Queenes, and fourescore concubines, and virgins without number.
9
My doue, my vndefiled is but one;
she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her: The daughters sawe her, and blessed her;
yea the Queenes and the concubins, and they praysed her.
10
Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, faire as the moone, cleare as the sunne, and terrible as an armie with banners?
11
I went downe into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranats budded.
12
Or euer I was aware, my soule made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
13
Returne, returne, O Shulamite;
returne, returne, that we may looke vpon thee: what will yee see in the Shulamite?
as it were the company of two armies.