Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Iammy beloved’s, and my belovedismine: he feedeth among the lilies.
Thouartbeautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible asan armywith banners.
Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hairisas a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
Thy teethareas a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, andthere isnot one barren among them.
As a piece of a pomegranatearethy temples within thy locks.
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
My dove, my undefiled isbutone; sheistheonlyone of her mother, sheisthe choiceoneof her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her;yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
Whoisshethatlooketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun,andterrible asan armywith banners?
I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley,andto see whether the vine flourished,andthe pomegranates budded.
Or ever I was aware, my soul made melikethe chariots of Amminadib.
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.