1. “Where has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned aside? Let us seek him with you.”
2. My beloved went down to 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. O my love, you are as fair as Tirtsah, Lovely as Yerushalayim, Awesome as an army with banners!
5. Turn your eyes away from me, Because they overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats That have hopped down from Gil‛aḏ.
6. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep That have come up from the washing; All of them bear twins, And not one among them has lost her young.
7. Your cheeks behind your veil are like a piece of pomegranate.