1 Whither is thy beloved gone , O thou fairest among women ? whither is thy beloved turned aside ? that we may seek him with thee .
2 My beloved is gone down into his garden , to the beds of spices , to feed in the gardens , and to gather lilies .
3 I am my beloved’s , and my beloved is mine : he feedeth among the lilies .
4 Thou art beautiful , O my love , as Tirzah , comely as Jerusalem , terrible as an army with banners .
5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead .
6 Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing , whereof every one beareth twins , and there is not one barren among them .
7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks .
8 There are threescore queens , and fourscore concubines , and virgins without number .
9 My dove , my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother , she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines , and they praised her.
10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning , fair as the moon , clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners ?
11 I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley , and to see whether the vine flourished , and the pomegranates budded .
12 Or ever I was aware , my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib .
13 Return , return , O Shulamite ; return , return , that we may look upon thee . What will ye see in the Shulamite ? As it were the company of two armies .