1To where has your beloved gone, "" O beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned, "" And we seek him with you?

2My beloved went down to his garden, "" To the beds of the spice, "" To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

3I [am] my beloved’s, and my beloved [is] mine, "" Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

4You [are] beautiful, my friend, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, "" Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.

5Turn 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,

6Your 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.

7As the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil.

8Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, "" And virgins without number.

9One 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?”

11To 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—

12I did not know my soul, "" It made me—chariots of my people Nadib.

13Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look on you. What do you see in Shulammith?