2My beloved went down to his garden and to the garden beds of sweet spices, that he may feed in the gardens and he may gather the lilies

3I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine, who feeds among the lilies

4You are beautiful, my intimate one, as desire; you are beautiful as Jerusalem, and you are awesome as the chosen one

5Turn your eyes from me, for they make me flutter; you hair is like a flock of goats going up from the Mountain of Gelad

6Your teeth are like a flock that is shorn going up from washing, all of which are bearing twins, and none is barren among them

7Your neck out of your silence is like blossoms of pomegranate

8Sixty are Queens and eighty are Concubines and the young girls there have no number

9One is my innocent dove; one she is to her mother, and chosen she is to her who bore her. The daughters saw her and praised her, and the Queens and Concubines, and they praised her

10Who is she, this one who looks forth like the morning, beautiful like the moon, pure like the sun, awesome like a Princess?

11I have come down to the garden of walnut trees that I may see the fruit of the valley, to see if the vine has borne fruit and if the pomegranates have budded

12I had not known; my soul set me in a chariot of the people that was prepared

13Return! Return, Shilumite! Return, return, and we shall gaze at you! What will you see in the Shilumite who comes down as rejoicing, like the rejoicing of army camps?