¹Where has your beloved gone, most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?

²My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to shepherd in the gardens and to gather lilies.

³I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine, who shepherds among the lilies.

⁴You are beautiful, my darling, like Tirzah, lovely like Jerusalem, fearsome like hosts with banners.

⁵Turn your eyes away from before me, for they have alarmed me. Your hair is like a flock of goats that recline from Gilead.

⁶Your teeth are like a flock of ewes that have come up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and not one among them bereaved.

⁷Like a split pomegranate is your temple behind your veil.

⁸There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and young women without number.

⁹She is one, my dove, my blameless one; she is one to her mother, she is pure to the one who bore her. Daughters saw her and called her blessed, queens and concubines, and they praised her.

¹⁰Who is this who looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, pure as the sun, fearsome as hosts with banners?

¹¹I went down to the garden of nuts to see the green shoots of the wadi, to see whether the vine had budded, whether the pomegranates had put forth blossoms.

¹²I did not know; my being put me in the chariots of a noble people.

¹³Return, return, Shulammite; return, return, that we may look at you. What do you see in the Shulammite, like the dance of the Two Camps?