2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.
3I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He grazes among the lilies.
4You are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
5Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats that lie along the side of Gilead.
6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes that have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; none is bereaved among them.
7Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
8There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.
9My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun and awesome as an army with banners?
11I went down into the nut tree grove to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded and the pomegranates were in flower.
12Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.
Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite as at the dance of Mahanaim?