1 Where has your beloved gone,O most beautiful among women?Where has your beloved turned?Tell us, that we may seek him with you.
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden,to the flowerbeds of balsam spices,to graze in the gardens,and to gather lilies.
3 I am my lover’s and my lover is mine;he grazes among the lilies.
4 My darling, you are as beautiful as Tirzah,as lovely as Jerusalem,as awe-inspiring as bannered armies!
5 Turn your eyes away from me – they overwhelm me!Your hair is like a flock of goatsdescending from Mount Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheepcoming up from the washing;each has its twin;not one of them is missing.
7 Like a slice of pomegranateis your forehead behind your veil.
8 There may be sixty queens,and eighty concubines,and young women without number.
9 But she is unique!My dove, my perfect one!She is the special daughter of her mother,she is the favorite of the one who bore her.The maidens saw her and complimented her;the queens and concubines praised her:
10 “Who is this who appears like the dawn?Beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun,awe-inspiring as the stars in procession?”
11 I went down to the orchard of walnut trees,to look for the blossoms of the valley,to see if the vines had buddedor if the pomegranates were in bloom.
12 I was beside myself with joy!There please give me your myrrh,O daughter of my princely people.
13 (7:1) Turn, turn, O Perfect One!Turn, turn, that I may stare at you!Why do you gaze upon the Perfect Onelike the dance of the Mahanaim?