1. Whither is thy beloved gone, Thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? And we will seek him with thee.
2. My beloved is gone down into 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, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners: