1. Where has your lover gone, most beautiful among women? Where has your lover turned, so we may seek him with you?
2. My lover went down to his garden, to the beds of balsam to graze his flocks in the gardens and to gather lilies.
3. I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies.
4. You are beautiful, my darling, like Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
5. Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me! Your hair is like a flock of ewe goats descending down from Gilead.
6. Your teeth are like a flock of ewes that have come up from the washing. Each of them has a twin, and none among them is missing.
7. Your temple is like a slice of pomegranate behind your veil.
8. There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and young women beyond number.
9. Yet my dove, my perfect one is unique. She is her mother’s only one— a virtuous child of the one who bore her. Maidens saw her and called her blessed. Queens and concubines praised her.