1 Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned that we may seek him with you?
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the garden bed of the spice, to pasture his flock and to gather lilies in the garden.
3 I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
4 You are beautiful, my beloved, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, overwhelming as an army with banners.
5 Turn away your eyes from before me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of the goats that moves down from Gilead.