[1] Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women?    Where has your
beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?	Beloved [2] My beloved has
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 browses among the lilies, [4] You are beautiful, my love, as
Tirzah,    Lovely as Jerusalem,    Awesome as an army with banners. [5]
Turn away your eyes from me,	For they have overcome me. Your hair is
like a flock of goats,	  That lie along the side of Gilead. [6] Your teeth
are like a flock of ewes,    Which have come up from the washing;    Of
which every one has twins;    None is bereaved among them. [7] Your temples
are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil. [8] There are sixty
queens, eighty concubines,    And virgins without number. [9] My dove, my
perfect one, is unique.    She is her mother`s only daughter.	 She is the
favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her
blessed,    The queens and the concubines, and they praised her. [10] Who
is she who looks forth as the morning,	  Beautiful as the moon,    Clear
as the sun,    Awesome as an army with banners? [11] I went down into the
nut tree grove,    To see the green plants of the valley,    To see whether
the vine budded,    And the pomegranates were in flower. [12] Without
realizing it,	 My desire set me with my royal people`s chariots.  Friends
[13] Return, return, Shulammite!    Return, return, that we may gaze at
you.  Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite,    As at the dance
of Mahanaim?