1. Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?
2. My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3. I [am] my beloved's, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
4. Fair [art] thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.