1″Where has your beloved gone,
O fairest among women?
Where has your beloved turned aside?
Let us seek him with you.”
2 My beloved went down to 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 feeds among the lilies.
4 O my love, you are as lovely as Tirtsah,
Lovely as Yerushalayim,
Awesome as an army with banners!
5 Turn your eyes away from me,
Because they overcome me.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
That have hopped down from Gil’aḏ.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
That have come up from the washing;
All of them bear twins,
And not one among them has lost her young.
7 Your cheeks behind your veil
Are like a piece of pomegranate.
8 There are sixty sovereignesses
And eighty concubines,
And innumerable maidens.
9 My dove, my perfect one,
Is the only one, the only one of her mother,
The choice of the one who bore her.
The daughters saw, and called her baruḵ,
Sovereignesses and concubines,
And they praised her.
10 Who is she who shines forth as the morning
Lovely as the moon,
Clear as the sun,
Awesome as an army with banners?
11 I went down to the garden of nuts
To see the budding of the wadi,
To see whether the vine had budded
And the pomegranates had bloomed.
12 I did not know,
My desire made me
As the chariots of my noble people.
13 Return, return,
O Shulammite;
Return, return,
And let us look upon you!
Why should you look upon the Shulammite,
As it were the dance of two armies?