1 Where has your beloved gone, fairest of women? Where has your beloved turned, so that we may look for him with you?
2 My beloved has gone down into his garden, to the beds of spice, to graze his flock in the gardens and to pick lilies.
3 I belong to my beloved, and my beloved belongs to me; he grazes his flock among the lilies.
4 You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, comely as Jerusalem, majestic as an army with banners.
5 Turn your eyes from me, for they unsettle me. Your hair is like a flock of goats flowing down from Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes that have come up from the washing; all of them bear twins, and not one among them has lost its young.
7 Your cheeks behind your veil are like halves of a pomegranate.
8 There may be sixty queens and eighty concubines, and young women beyond counting;
9 but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the only one of her mother, the favorite of the one who bore her. The young women saw her and called her happy; the queens and concubines saw her and sang her praise.
10 Who is this who gazes down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, pure as the sun, majestic as an army with banners?
11 I went down to the walnut grove to look at the fresh growth of the valley, to see whether the vine had sprouted, whether the pomegranates had blossomed.
12 Before I knew it, my soul had set me among the chariots of my noble people.
13 Come back, come back, Shulammite; come back, come back, so that we may gaze at you. Why should you gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of the two camps?