Whitheris thy belovedgone, O thou fairestamong women? whitheris thy belovedturned aside? that we may seekhim withthee. My belovedis gone downinto his garden, to the bedsof spices, to feedin the gardens, and to gatherlilies. I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedethamong the lilies. Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comelyas Jerusalem, terribleas an army with banners. Turn awaythine eyesfromme, for theyhave overcomeme: thy hair is as a flockof goatsthat appearfromGilead. Thy teeth are as a flockof sheepwhich go upfromthe washing, whereof every onebeareth twins, and there is notone barrenamong them. As a pieceof a pomegranate are thy templeswithinthy locks. Thereare threescorequeens, and fourscoreconcubines, and virginswithoutnumber. My dove, my undefiledis but one; she is the only oneof her mother, she is the choice one of her that boreher. The daughterssawher, and blessedher; yea , the queensand the concubines, and they praisedher. Who is she that looketh forthas the morning, fairas the moon, clearas the sun, and terribleas an army with banners? I went downintothe gardenof nutsto seethe fruitsof the valley, and to seewhether the vineflourished, and the pomegranatesbudded. Or everI was aware, my soulmademe like the chariotsof Ammi-nadib. Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may lookupon thee. Whatwill ye seein the Shulamite? As it were the companyof two armies.