[1] Most beautiful of women, where has your lover gone? Tell us which way your lover went, so that we can help you find him. [2] My lover has gone to his garden, where the balsam trees grow. He is feeding his flock in the garden and gathering lilies. [3] My lover is mine, and I am his; he feeds his flock among the lilies. [4] My love, you are as beautiful as Jerusalem, as lovely as the city of Tirzah, as breathtaking as these great cities. [5] Turn your eyes away from me; they are holding me captive. Your hair dances like a flock of goats bounding down the hills of Gilead. [6] Your teeth are as white as a flock of sheep that have just been washed. Not one of them is missing; they are all perfectly matched. [7] Your cheeks glow behind your veil. [8] Let the king have sixty queens, eighty concubines, young women without number! [9] But I love only one, and she is as lovely as a dove. She is her mother's only daughter, her mother's favorite child. All women look at her and praise her; queens and concubines sing her praises. [10] Who is this whose glance is like the dawn? She is beautiful and bright, as dazzling as the sun or the moon. [11] I have come down among the almond trees to see the young plants in the valley, to see the new leaves on the vines and the blossoms on the pomegranate trees. [12] I am trembling; you have made me as eager for love as a chariot driver is for battle. [13] Dance, dance, girl of Shulam. Let us watch you as you dance. Why do you want to watch me as I dance between the rows of onlookers?
