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
thine
eyes
from
me,
for
they
have
overcome
me:
thy
hair
[is]
as
a
flock
of
goats
that
appear
from
Gilead.
6
Thy
teeth
[are]
as
a
flock
of
sheep
which
go
up
from
the
washing,
whereof
every
one
beareth
twins,
and
[there
is]
not
one
barren
among
them.
7
As
a
piece
of
a
pomegranate
[are]
thy
temples
within
thy
locks.
8
There
are
threescore
queens,
and
fourscore
concubines,
and
virgins
without
number.
9
My
dove,
my
undefiled
is
[but]
one;
she
[is]
the
[only]
one
of
her
mother,
she
[is]
the
choice
[one]
of
her
that
bare
her.
The
daughters
saw
her,
and
blessed
her;
[yea],
the
queens
and
the
concubines,
and
they
praised
her.
10
Who
[is]
she
[that]
looketh
forth
as
the
morning,
fair
as
the
moon,
clear
as
the
sun,
[and]
terrible
as
[an
army]
with
banners?
11
I
went
down
into
the
garden
of
nuts
to
see
the
fruits
of
the
valley,
[and]
to
see
whether
the
vine
flourished,
[and]
the
pomegranates
budded.
12
Or
ever
I
was
aware,
my
soul
made
me
[like]
the
chariots
of
Amminadib.
13
Return,
return,
O
Shulamite;
return,
return,
that
we
may
look
upon
thee.
What
will
ye
see
in
the
Shulamite?
As
it
were
the
company
of
two
armies.