[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, fearsome 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 bore 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 fearsome 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."
