"aWhere has your beloved gone, O bmost beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, That we may seek him with you?"
"My beloved has gone down to his agarden, To the bbeds of balsam, To cpasture his flock in the gardens And gather dlilies.
"aI am my beloved's and my beloved is mine, He who bpastures his flock among the lilies."
"aYou are as beautiful as bTirzah, my darling, As clovely as dJerusalem, As eawesome as an army with banners.
"Turn your eyes away from me, For they have confused me; aYour hair is like a flock of goats That have descended from Gilead.
"aYour teeth are like a flock of ewes Which have come up from their washing, All of which bear twins, And not one among them has lost her young.
"aYour temples are like a slice of a pomegranate Behind your veil.
"There are sixty aqueens and eighty concubines, And bmaidens without number;
But amy dove, my perfect one, is unique: She is her mother's only daughter; She is the pure child of the one who bore her. The bmaidens saw her and called her blessed, The cqueens and the concubines also, and they praised her, saying,
'Who is this that grows like the dawn, As beautiful as the full amoon, As pure bas the sun, As cawesome as an army with banners?'
"I went down to the orchard of nut trees To see the blossoms of the valley, To see whether athe vine had budded Or the bpomegranates had bloomed.
"Before I was aware, my soul set me Over the chariots of my noble people."
"Come back, come back, O Shulammite; Come back, come back, that we may gaze at you!"