- 1. Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That we may seek him with thee?
- 2. My beloved is gone 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 feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,
- 4. Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible 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 lie along the side of Gilead.
- 6. Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.
- 7. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.
- 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 bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; [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, Terrible as an army with banners?
- 11. I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, [And] the pomegranates were in flower.
- 12. Before I was aware, my soul set me [Among] the chariots of my princely people.
- 13. Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, As upon the dance of Mahanaim?
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