1 Where has your beloved gone, O fairest among the women? Where has your beloved turned aside, that we may seek him with you? VP
2 My beloved has gone to his garden, to the beds of spice, to graze in the gardens and to gather up the lilies. VP
3 I [am] unto my beloved and my beloved [is] unto me; he is grazing among the lilies. VP
4 You [are] beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as bannered hosts. VP
5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair [is] like a flock of the goats streaming down from the Gilead. VP
6 Your teeth [are] like a flock of ewes that have come up from the washing; each has its twin, and not a bereaved one [is] among them. VP
7 Like the halves of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil. VP
8 Sixty [are] they, the queens, and eighty the concubines, and maidens without number. VP
9 One she [is], my dove, my perfect one; one she [is], pure for her mother, she who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; and the queens and the concubines, they praised her. VP
10 Who [is] this one shining like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, pure as the sun, awesome as bannered hosts? VP
11 To the garden of the nut tree I went down, to look on the green of the valley, to see the vine had sprouted [and] the pomegranates had bloomed. VP
12 I did not know [it], my soul had set me [among] the chariots of my noble people. VP
13 Return, return, O Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze on you. Why should you⁺ gaze on the Shulammite as [on] the dance in of Mahanaim? VP