1
Where has your lover gone, OÂ woman of rare beauty? Which way did he turn so we can help you find him?
2
My lover has gone down to his garden, to his spice beds, to browse in the gardens and gather the lilies.
3
I am my lover’s, and my lover is mine. He browses among the lilies.
4
You are beautiful, my darling, like the lovely city of Tirzah. Yes, as beautiful as Jerusalem, as majestic as an army with billowing banners.
5
Turn your eyes away, for they overpower me. Your hair falls in waves, like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead.