| 1 | Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee? |
| 2 | My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies. |
| 3 | I [am] my beloved's, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies. |
| 4 | Fair [art] thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts. |
| 5 | 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 | 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 | As the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy veil. |
| 8 | Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number. |
| 9 | 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 | 'Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon—clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?' |
| 11 | 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 | I knew not my soul, It made me—chariots of my people Nadib. |
| 13 | Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith? |