1 Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? Beloved
2 My beloved has gone down to 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 browses among the lilies,
4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem, Awesome as an army with banners.
5 Turn away your eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which have come up from the washing; Of which every one has twins; None is bereaved among them.
7 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
