1 Where has thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? where didst thy beloved separate himself? 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 the lilies.
3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine; he feeds among the lilies.
4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as desirable as Jerusalem, imposing as the standard-bearer of the army.
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, of which every one bears twins, and there is not one barren among them.
7 As slices of pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.