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.
5. Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me: your hair is as a flock of goats going down from Gilead.
6. Your teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, every one bears twins, and there is not one barren among them.
7. As a piece of a pomegranate are your temples behind your veil.
8. There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.