1Where has your beloved gone,
O fairest among women?
Where has your beloved turned aside,
That we may seek him with you?

2My beloved has gone to his garden,
To the beds of spices,
To feed his flock in the gardens,
And to gather lilies.
3I am my beloved’s,
And my beloved is mine.
He feeds his flock among the lilies.

4O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah,
Lovely as Jerusalem,
Awesome as an army with banners!
5Turn your eyes away from me,
For they have [a]overcome me.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
Going down from Gilead.
6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
Which have come up from the washing;
Every one bears twins,
And none is [b]barren among them.
7Like a piece of pomegranate
Are your temples behind your veil.

11I went down to the garden of nuts
To see the verdure of the valley,
To see whether the vine had budded
And the pomegranates had bloomed.
12Before I was even aware,
My soul had made me
As the chariots of [c]my noble people.

13Return, return, O Shulamite;
Return, return, that we may look upon you!

What would you see in the Shulamite—
As it were, the dance of [d]the two camps?