1 Where has your beloved gone,
you fairest among women?
Where has your beloved turned,
that we may seek him with you?
Beloved2 My beloved has gone down to 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.
Lover4 You are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah,
awesome as an army with banners.
5 Turn 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.
6 Your 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.
7 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate
behind your veil.
eighty concubines,
and virgins without number.
9 My 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.
10 Who is she who looks forth as the morning,
beautiful as the moon,
clear as the sun
and awesome as an army with banners?
11 I 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.
my desire set me
with my royal people’s chariots.
Friends13 Return, return, Shulammite!
Return, return, that we may gaze at you.
LoverWhy do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite
as at the dance of Mahanaim?
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