1
Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That we may seek him with thee?
2
My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,
4
Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.
5
Turn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead.