1 Most beautiful of women,tell us where he has gone.Let us help you find him.
2 My darling has gone downto his garden of spices,where he will feed his sheepand gather lilies.
3 I am his, and he is mine,as he feeds his sheepamong the lilies.
4 My dearest, the cities of Tirzahand Jerusalemare not as lovely as you.Your charms are more powerfulthan all the starsin the heavens.
5 Turn away your eyes—they make me melt.Your hair tosses aboutas gracefully as goatscoming down from Gilead.
6 Your teeth are whiterthan sheep freshly washed;they match perfectly,not one is missing.