- Whither is thy beloued gone?
O thou fairest among women, whither is thy beloued turned aside?
that we may seeke him with thee.
- My beloued is gone downe into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feede in the gardens, and to gather lillies.
- I am my beloueds, & my beloued is mine: he feedeth among the lillies.
- Thou art beautifull, O my loue, as Tirzah, comely as Ierusalem, terrible as an armie with banners.
- Turne away thine eyes from me, for they haue ouercome me: thy haire is a flocke of goates, that appeare from Gilead.
- 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.
- As a piece of a pomegranat are thy temples within thy lockes.
- There are threescore Queenes, and fourescore concubines, and virgins without number.
- 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.
- Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, faire as the moone, cleare as the sunne, and terrible as an armie with banners?
- 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.
- Or euer I was aware, my soule made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
- 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.