1	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 is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
			3	I my beloved's, and my beloved mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
			4	Thou beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as with banners.
			5	Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
			6	Thy teeth as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and not one barren among them.
			7	As a piece of a pomegranate thy temples within thy locks.
			8	There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
			9	My dove, my undefiled is one; she the one of her mother, she the choice of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; , the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
			10	Who she looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, terrible as with banners?
			11	I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, to see whether the vine flourished, the pomegranates budded.
			12	Or ever I was aware, my soul made me the chariots of Amminadib.
			13	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.