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:
5. Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.
6. Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.
7. As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.
8. There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number: