1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither
2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to
3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the
4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem,
5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair
6 Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing,
7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins
9 My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her
10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon,
12 Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of
13 Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look