Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we way seek him with thee.
verse 2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
verse 3 I am my beloveds, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
verse 4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
verse 5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
verse 6 Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go ⟨p. 164⟩up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.
verse 7 As a piece of pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
verse 8 There are threescore Queens, and fourscore Concubines, and Virgins without number.
verse 9 My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her Mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her: The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the Queens, and the Concubines, and they praised her.
verse 10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
verse 11 I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the Vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.
verse 12 Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Aminadab.
verse 13 Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee: what will you see in the Shulamite? as it were the company of two armies.
WHither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we way seeke him with thee.
verse 2 My beloved is gone downe into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
verse 3 I am my beloveds, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
verse 4 Thou art beautifull, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an armie with banners.
verse 5 Turne away thine eyes from mee, for they have overcome me: thy haire is as a flock of goats that appeare from Gilead.
verse 6 Thy teeth are as a flocke of sheepe which goe ⟨p. 164⟩up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twinnes, and there is not one barren among them.
verse 7 As a peece of pomegranate are thy temples within thy lockes.
verse 8 There are threescore Queenes, and fourscore Concubines, and Virgins without number.
verse 9 My dove, my undefiled is but one; shee is the onely one of her Mother, shee is the choice one of her that bare her: The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the Queenes, and the Concubines, and they praised her.
verse 10 Who is shee that looketh forth as the morning, faire as the moone, cleare as the sunne, and terrible as an army with banners?
verse 11 I went downe into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the Vine flourished, and the pomegranats budded.
verse 12 Or ever I was aware, my soule made mee like the chariots of Aminadab.
verse 13 Returne, returne, O Shulamite; returne, returne, that we may looke upon thee: what will you see in the Shulamite? as it were the company of two armies.
