1
Where has thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? where didst thy beloved separate himself? that we may seek him with thee.
2
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather the lilies.
3
I
am my beloved’s, and my beloved
is mine; he feeds among the lilies.
4
Thou
art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as desirable as Jerusalem, imposing as the standard-bearer
of the army.
5
Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me; thy hair
is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.