¹Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned that we may seek him with you? ²My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the garden bed of the spice, to pasture his flock and to gather lilies in the garden. ³⌞I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me⌟; he pastures his flock among the lilies. ⁴You are beautiful, my beloved, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, ⌞overwhelming as an army with banners⌟. ⁵Turn away your eyes from before me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of the goats that moves down from Gilead. ⁶Your teeth are like a flock of the ewes that have come up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none bereaved among them. ⁷Your cheeks ⌞behind⌟ your veil are like halves of a pomegranate. ⁸Sixty queens there are, eighty concubines, and maidens beyond number. ⁹My dove, ⌞she is the one⌟; my perfect, ⌞she is the only one⌟; she is ⌞the favorite of⌟ her mother who bore her. Maidens see her and consider her fortunate; queens and concubines praise her: ¹⁰“Who is this that looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, ⌞bright as the sun⌟, ⌞overwhelming as an army with banners⌟?” ¹¹I went down to the orchard of the walnut trees to look at the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vines have sprouted, whether the pomegranates have blossomed. ¹²I did not know my ⌞heart⌟ set me in a chariot of my princely people. ¹³Turn, turn, O Shulammite! Turn, turn so that we may look upon you! Why do you look upon the Shulammite as at a dance of the two armies?