1 Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned that we may seek him with you?
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the garden bed of the spice, to pasture his flock and to gather lilies in the garden.

Mutual Possession Refrain

3 {I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me}; he pastures his flock among the lilies.

Solomon’s Praise of His Beloved

4 You [are] beautiful, my beloved, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, {overwhelming as an army with banners}.
5 Turn away your eyes from before me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair [is] like a flock of the goats that moves down from Gilead.
6 Your teeth [are] like a flock of the ewes that have come up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none bereaved among them.
7 Your cheeks {behind} your veil [are] like halves of a pomegranate.

The Maiden’s Beauty Is without Peer

8 Sixty queens there [are], eighty concubines, and maidens beyond number.
9 My dove, {she is the one}; my perfect, {she is the only one}; she [is] {the favorite of} her mother who bore her. Maidens see her and consider her fortunate; queens and concubines praise her:
10 "Who [is] this that looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, {bright as the sun}, {overwhelming as an army with banners}?"

The Journey to the Valley

11 I went down to the orchard of the walnut trees to look at the blossoms of the valley, to see [whether] the vine[s] have sprouted, [whether] the pomegranates have blossomed.
12 I did not know my {heart} set me [in] a chariot of my princely people.
13 Turn, turn, O Shulammite! Turn, turn so that we may look upon you! Why do you look upon the Shulammite as [at] a dance of the two armies?