[1] To where has your beloved gone, || O beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned, || And we seek him with you? [2] My beloved went down to his garden, || To the beds of the spice, || To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies. [3] I [am] my beloved’s, and my beloved [is] mine, || Who is delighting himself among the lilies. [4] You [are] beautiful, my friend, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, || Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts. [5] Turn around your eyes from before me, || Because they have made me proud. Your hair [is] as a row of the goats, || That have shone from Gilead, [6] Your teeth as a row of the lambs, || That have come up from the washing, || Because all of them are forming twins, || And a bereaved one is not among them. [7] As the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil. [8] Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, || And virgins without number. [9] One is my dove, my perfect one, || She [is] one of her mother, || She [is] the choice one of her that bore her, || Daughters saw, and pronounce her blessed, || Queens and concubines, and they praise her. [10] “Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, || Beautiful as the moon—clear as the sun, || Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?” [11] To a garden of nuts I went down, || To look on the buds of the valley, || To see to where the vine had flourished, || The pomegranates had blossomed— [12] I did not know my soul, || It made me—chariots of my people Nadib. [13] Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look on you. What do you see in Shulammith?
