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.
5. Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
6. Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
7. As the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy veil.
8. Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.