^{1 Ref} Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.

^{2 Ref} My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

^{3 Ref} I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.

^{4 Ref} Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

^{5 Ref} Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

^{6 Ref} Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.

^{7 Ref} As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.

^{8 Ref} There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.

^{9 Ref} My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

^{10 Ref} Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?

^{11 Ref} I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished and the pomegranates budded.

^{12 Ref} Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.

^{13 Ref} Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.

^{1 Ref} Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?

^{2 Ref} My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

^{3 Ref} I `am' my beloved's, and my beloved `is' mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

^{4 Ref} Fair `art' thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.

^{5 Ref} Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair `is' as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,

^{6 Ref} Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

^{7 Ref} As the work of the pomegranate `is' thy temple behind thy veil.

^{8 Ref} Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.

^{9 Ref} One is my dove, my perfect one, One she `is' of her mother, The choice one she `is' of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.

^{10 Ref} `Who `is' this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon -- clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'

^{11 Ref} Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed --

^{12 Ref} I knew not my soul, It made me -- chariots of my people Nadib.

^{13 Ref} Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?

^{1 Ref} Where is your loved one gone, O most fair among women? Where is your loved one turned away, that we may go looking for him with you?

^{2 Ref} My loved one is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to take food in the gardens, and to get lilies.

^{3 Ref} I am for my loved one, and my loved one is for me; he takes food among the lilies.

^{4 Ref} You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.

^{5 Ref} Let your eyes be turned away from me; see, they have overcome me; your hair is as a flock of goats which take their rest on the side of Gilead.

^{6 Ref} Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.

^{7 Ref} Like pomegranate fruit are the sides of your head under your veil.

^{8 Ref} There are sixty queens, and eighty servant-wives, and young girls without number.

^{9 Ref} My dove, my very beautiful one, is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the dearest one of her who gave her birth. The daughters saw her, and gave her a blessing; yes, the queens and the servant-wives, and they gave her praises.

^{10 Ref} Who is she, looking down as the morning light, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, who is to be feared like an army with flags?

^{11 Ref} I went down into the garden of nuts to see the green plants of the valley, and to see if the vine was in bud, and the pomegranate-trees were in flower.

^{12 Ref} Before I was conscious of it, ...

^{13 Ref} Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, so that our eyes may see you. What will you see in the Shulammite? A sword-dance.