^{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?