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 beds of balsam, To pasture his flock in the gardens And gather lilies.
3 "I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine, He who pastures his flock among the lilies."
4 "You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, As lovely as Jerusalem, As awesome as an army with banners.
5 "Turn your eyes away from me, For they have confused me; Your hair is like a flock of goats That have descended from Gilead.
6 "Your teeth are like a flock of ewes Which have come up from their washing, All of which bear twins, And not one among them has lost her young.
7 "Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate Behind your veil.