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 garden bed of the spice, to pasture his flock and to gather lilies in the garden.
3 {I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me}; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
4 You [are] beautiful, my beloved, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, {overwhelming as an army with banners}.
5 Turn away your eyes from before me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair [is] like a flock of the goats that moves down from Gilead.
6 Your teeth [are] like a flock of the ewes that have come up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none bereaved among them.
7 Your cheeks {behind} your veil [are] like halves of a pomegranate.
8 Sixty queens there [are], eighty concubines, and maidens beyond number.
9 My dove, {she is the one}; my perfect, {she is the only one}; she [is] {the favorite of} her mother who bore her. Maidens see her and consider her fortunate; queens and concubines praise her:
10 "Who [is] this that looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, {bright as the sun}, {overwhelming as an army with banners}?"