1. Where has your beloved gone, O you fairest among women? where has your beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with you.
2. My beloved has gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3. I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feeds his flock among the lilies.
4. You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.