|1 Where has your lover gone, most beautiful of women? Which way did your lover turn, that we may look for him with you?
|2 My lover has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies.
|3 I am my lover's and my lover is mine; he browses among the lilies.
|4 You are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, majestic as troops with banners.
|5 Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
|6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is alone.
|7 Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.
|8 Sixty queens there may be, and eighty concubines, and virgins beyond number;
|9 but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the only daughter of her mother, the favorite of the one who bore her. The maidens saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines praised her.
|10 Who is this that appears like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, majestic as the stars in procession?
|11 I went down to the grove of nut trees to look at the new growth in the valley, to see if the vines had budded or the pomegranates were in bloom.
|12 Before I realized it, my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people.
|13 Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, that we may gaze on you! Why would you gaze on the Shulammite as on the dance of Mahanaim?