If you have not knowledge, O most beautiful among women, go on your way in the footsteps of the flock, and give your young goats food by the tents of the keepers.

His head is as the most delicate gold; his hair is thick, and black as a raven.

His mouth is most sweet; yes, he is all beautiful. This is my loved one, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

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?