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 goatsthat appear from Gil´e-ad:
6 thy teeth are as a flock of sheepwhich 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.