• 1 Where is your beloved gone, O you fairest among women? where is your beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with you.
  • 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 feeds among the lilies.
  • 4 You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
  • 5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me: your hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
  • 6 Your teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one bears twins, and there is not one barren among them.
  • 7 As a piece of a pomegranate are your temples within your locks.
  • 8 There are three score 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 bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yes, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
  • 10 Who is she that looks 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 on you. What will you see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.