1 (Daughters of Jerusalem) Where has your beloved one gone, O you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned aside that we may seek him with you?
2 (The Shulamite) My beloved went to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He feeds among the lilies.
4 (The Beloved) You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one looks like twins, and there is not one barren among them.
7 Your temples within your locks are like a piece of a pomegranate.
8 There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.
9 My dove, my undefiled is the one. She is the only one of her mother; she is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her. The queens and the concubines praised her.
10 Who is she who looks as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?