Where has your beloved gone , O most beautiful among women ? Which way has he turned ? We will seek him with you.
My beloved has gone down to his garden , to the beds of spices , to pasture (his flock) in the gardens and to gather lilies.
I belong to my beloved and (he) he pastures (his flock) among the lilies.
You are as beautiful , my darling , as Tirzah , as lovely as Jerusalem , as majestic as troops with banners.
Turn your eyes away from me , for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing ; each has its twin , and not one (is) lost.
Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines , and maidens without number ,
but my dove , my perfect one , ... is unique , - the favorite ... of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed ; the queens and concubines sing her praises.
Who is this who shines like the dawn , as fair as the moon , as bright as the sun , as majestic as the stars in procession ?
I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley , to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates (were) in bloom.
Before I realized it , my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.
Come back , come back , O Shulammite ! Come back , come back , that we may gaze Why do you look at the Shulammite , as on the dance of Mahanaim ?