1
Whither has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Whither has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
2
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3
I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
4
You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
5
Turn away your eyes from me, for they disturb me--Your hair is like a flock of goats, moving down the slopes of Gilead.