[Daughters of Jerusalem]
1Which way did your lover go,
you who are the most beautiful of women?
Which way did your lover turn,
that we may look for him along with you?
2My lover has gone down to his garden,
to the fragrant plantings,
to graze in the gardens,
to gather the lilies.
3I belong to my lover and my lover belongs to me—
the one grazing among the lilies.
An overwhelming sight
4You are as beautiful, my dearest, as Tirzah,
as lovely as Jerusalem,
formidable as those lofty sights.
5Turn your eyes away from me,
for they overwhelm me!
Your hair is like a flock of goats
as they stream down from Gilead.
6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
as they come up from the washing pool—
all of them perfectly matched,
not one of them lacks its twin.
7Like a slice of pomegranate is the curve of your face
behind the veil of your hair.
8There may be sixty queens
and eighty secondary wives,
young women beyond counting,
9but my dove, my perfect one, is one of a kind.
To her mother she’s the only one,
radiant to the one who bore her.
Young women see her and declare her fortunate;
queens and secondary wives praise her.
10Who is this, gazing down like the morning star,
beautiful as the full moon,
radiant as the sun,
formidable as those lofty sights?
11To the nut grove I went down
to look upon the fresh growth in the valley,
to see whether the vine was in flower,
whether the pomegranates had bloomed.
12I hardly knew myself;
she had set me in an official’s chariot!#Or I hardly knew what happened; my passion set me in an official's chariot! LXX, Vulg Aminadab's chariots; Heb uncertain
13#7:1 in Heb Come back, come back, Shulammite!#A name or title for the woman
Come back, come back, so we may admire you.
How you all admire the Shulammite
as she whirls between two circles of dancers!