1. Daughters of Jerusalem: Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned aside, that we may seek him with you?

2. Shulamite: My beloved has gone to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

3. I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He grazes among the lilies.

4. The Beloved: O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners!

5. Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats lying down in Gilead.

6. Your teeth are like a flock of ewes which have come up from the washing; every one bears twins, and not one is barren among them.

7. Like a piece of pomegranate are your temples behind your veil.

8. There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

9. But my dove, my perfect one, is the one, the only one of her mother, the pure of the one who bore her. The daughters saw her and called her blessed, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

10. Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, awesome as an army with banners?

11. Shulamite: I went down to the garden of nuts to see the greenery of the valley, to see whether the vine had budded and the pomegranates had bloomed.

12. Before I was even aware, my soul had made me like the chariots of Amminadib.

13. The Beloved and His Friends: Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may gaze upon you! Shulamite: What would you see in the Shulamite; as it were, the dancing of two armies?