1   
Most beautiful of women,
  where has your lover gone?
Tell us which way your lover went,
  so that we can help you find him.
The Woman

2   
My lover has gone to his garden,
  where the balsam trees grow.
He is feeding his flock in the garden
  and gathering lilies.

3   
My lover is mine, and I am his;
  he feeds his flock among the lilies.
The Fifth Song The Man

4   
My love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah,
  as lovely as the city of Jerusalem,
  as breathtaking as these great cities. ^note

5   
Turn your eyes away from me;
  they are holding me captive.
Your hair dances like a flock of goats
  bounding down the hills of Gilead.

6   
Your teeth are as white as a flock of sheep
  that have just been washed.
Not one of them is missing;
  they are all perfectly matched.

7   
Your cheeks glow behind your veil.

8   
Let the king have sixty queens, eighty concubines,
  young women without number!

9   
But I love only one,
  and she is as lovely as a dove.
She is her mother's only daughter,
  her mother's favorite child.
All women look at her and praise her;
  queens and concubines sing her praises.

10   
Who is this whose glance is like the dawn?
She is beautiful and bright,
  as dazzling as the sun or the moon. ^note

11   
I have come down among the almond trees
  to see the young plants in the valley,
  to see the new leaves on the vines
  and the blossoms on the pomegranate trees.

12   
I am trembling; you have made me as eager for love
  as a chariot driver is for battle. ^note
The Women

13   
Dance, dance, ^note girl of Shulam.
Let us watch you as you dance.
The Woman

13   
Why do you want to watch me
  as I dance between the rows of onlookers?

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