1 Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?

Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.

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

My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies.

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.

4 You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as an army with banners.

Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.

Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes coming up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and not one of them has lost its young.

Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.

7 Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.

As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.

8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and uncountable young women.

There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.

9 My dove, my perfect one, is the only one, the darling of her mother, pure to the one who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines praised her.

My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

10 Who is this who looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring as an army with banners?

Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?

11 I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom.

I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.

12 Before I realized it, my desire set me among the chariots of my noble people.

Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.