6 “Where has your dear one gone,
O most beautiful of women?
Which way did your dear one turn?
Let us seek him with you.”
2 “My dear one has gone down to his garden,
To the beds of spice plants,
To shepherd among the gardens
And to pick lilies.+
He is shepherding among the lilies.”+
As lovely as Jerusalem,+
As breathtaking as armies around their banners.+
Your hair is like a flock of goats
Streaming down the slopes of Gilʹe·ad.+
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
That have come up from being washed,
All of them bearing twins,
And not one has lost her young.
The only one of her mother.
She is the favorite* of the one who bore her.
The daughters see her, and they pronounce her happy;
Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
As beautiful as the full moon,
As pure as the sunlight,
As breathtaking as armies around their banners?’”+
To see the new growth in the valley,*
To see whether the vine had sprouted,*
Whether the pomegranate trees had blossomed.
13 “Return, return, O Shuʹlam·mite!
That we may look upon you!”
“Why do you gaze upon the Shuʹlam·mite?”+
“She is like the dance of two companies!”*