1 Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned aside? 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 beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome 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 sheep which come up from the washing; every one has twins, and none is barren among them.

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 temples within your locks are like a piece of a pomegranate.

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

8 There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

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

9 My dove, my undefiled, is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her and blessed her; yes, the queens and the concubines, and they 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 she who looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome 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 garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine had flourished, and the pomegranates had budded.

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 was aware, my soul set me among the chariots of Amminadib.

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

13 Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon you. What will you see in the Shulamite? As it were the dance of two camps.

Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.