1Where has your lover gone, most beautiful among women? Where has your lover turned, so we may seek him with you?
2My lover went down to his garden, to the beds of balsam to graze his flocks in the gardens and to gather lilies.
3I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies.
Acclaiming the Bride’s Beauty
4You are beautiful, my darling, like Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
5Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me! Your hair is like a flock of ewe goats descending down from Gilead.
6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes that have come up from the washing. Each of them has a twin, and none among them is missing.
7Your temple is like a slice of pomegranate behind your veil.
8There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and young women beyond number.
9Yet my dove, my perfect one is unique. She is her mother’s only one— a virtuous child of the one who bore her. Maidens saw her and called her blessed. Queens and concubines praised her.
10Who is this that appears like dawn? As beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awesome as an army with banners.
11I went down into the garden of nut trees to look at the fruit of the valley, to see if the vine had budded, or the pomegranates had bloomed.
12Before I was aware, my soul set me among the chariots of my princely people.