1
"Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside, 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 lilies.
3
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; he feedeth among the lilies."
4
"Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, fearsome 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 appear from Gilead.