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 I |am| my beloved’s, and my beloved |is| mine: he feedeth among the lilies. 4 Thou |art| beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as |an army| with banners. 5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair |is| as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead. 6 Thy teeth |are| as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and |there is| not one barren among them. 7 As a piece of a pomegranate |are| thy temples within thy locks. 8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore 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 bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; |yea|, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. 10 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 Or ever I was aware, my soul 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 of two armies.