1   Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.

2   My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

3    ^noteI am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.

4   ¶2; Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

5   Turn away thy eyes from me, for ^note they have overcome me: thy hair is ^note as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

6   Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, of which every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.

Before CHRIST, 1014.

7   As a piece of pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.

8   There are sixty queens, and eighty 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 bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yes, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

10   ¶2; Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?

11   I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.

12    ^noteOr ere I was aware, my soul ^note made me like the chariots of Amminadib.

13   Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company ^note of two armies.

Previous section

Next section