| 1 | Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That we may seek him with thee? |
| 2 | My beloved is gone down 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 feedeth [his flock] among the lilies, |
| 4 | Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners. |
| 5 | Turn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead. |
| 6 | Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them. |
| 7 | Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil. |
| 8 | There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number. |
| 9 | My dove, my undefiled, is [but] one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; [Yea], the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. |
| 10 | Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners? |
| 11 | I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, [And] the pomegranates were in flower. |
| 12 | Before I was aware, my soul set me [Among] the chariots of my princely people. |
| 13 | Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, As upon the dance of Mahanaim? |