- ¶ WHERE has your beloved gone, O you most beautiful among women?
Where has your beloved turned aside, that we may seek him with you?
- My beloved has 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 feeds among the lilies.
- ¶ You are beautiful and desirable, O my beloved, comely as Jerusalem, and esteemed as one chosen among beauties.
- Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me;
your hair is like a flock of goats which come up from the mount of Gilead.
- Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which go up from washing;
every one of them bears twins, and none is bereft among them.
- Your cheeks, behind your veil, are like two pieces of pomegranate.
- There are sixty queens and eighty concubines and virgins without number.
- My perfect dove 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 praised her;
yea, the queens and the concubines also praised her.
- Who is she that looks forth like the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and revered as a princess?
- ¶ I went down into the garden of walnut trees to see the fruit of the valley and to see whether the vine had blossomed and whether the pomegranates had budded.
- And being unfamiliar with the place, I sat in the public chariot which was ready.
- Return, return, O Shulamite;
return, return, that we may look upon you.
What will you see in the Shulamite, who comes down joyfully, like the rejoicing of a host?