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, terrible as [an army] with banners.
5
Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair [is] as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.