Young Women
1 Where has your love gone, most beautiful of women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.
Woman
2 My love has gone down to his garden, to beds of spice, to feed in the gardens and gather lilies.
3 I am my love's and my love is mine; he feeds among the lilies.
Man
4 You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, lovely as Jerusalem, awe-inspiring as an army with banners.
5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they captivate me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes coming up from washing, each one having a twin, and not one missing.
7 Behind your veil, your brow is like a slice of pomegranate.
8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines and young women without number.
9 But my dove, my virtuous one, is unique; she is the favorite of her mother, perfect to the one who gave her birth. Women see her and declare her fortunate; queens and concubines also, and they sing her praises:
10 Who is this who shines like the dawn, as beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring as an army with banners?
Woman
11 I came down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding and the pomegranates blooming.
12 I didn't know what was happening to me. I felt like I was in a chariot with a nobleman.
Young Women
13 Come back, come back, Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may look at you! Man: How you gaze at the Shulammite, as you look at the dance of the two camps!