Whither is thy belovedgone , O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside ? that we may seek him with thee.
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gatherlilies.3
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.4
Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah,comely as Jerusalem,terrible as an army with banners .
Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcomea me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.6
Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins , and there is not one barren among them.
As a piece of a pomegranate are thy templeswithin thy locks.8
There are threescorequeens, and fourscoreconcubines, and virgins without number.9
My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughterssaw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
Who is she that looketh forth as the morning,fair as the moon,clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners ?
I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vineflourished , and the pomegranatesbudded .
Or ever I was aware , my soulmade me like the chariots of Amminadib.13Return , return , O Shulamite;return , return , that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.