The Song of Songs

My Beloved has gone down to His garden, to the terraces of spices, to feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.

I [am] my Beloved's, and my Beloved [is] mine. He feeds among the lilies.

O My love, you [are] as beautiful as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as bannered armies.

Turn away your eyes from Me, because they have overcome Me. Your hair [is] like a flock of goats that lie down from Gilead.

Your teeth [are] like a flock of ewes which come up from the washing place, of which they all [are] bearing twins, and barrenness is not among them.

Your temples behind your veil [are] like a piece of pomegranate.

Sixty of them [are] queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

[But] My dove, My perfect one is one [alone]. She [is] the [only] one to her mother; she [is] the choice of the one who bore her. The daughters saw [her] and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.

Who [is] she who looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, awesome as bannered [armies]?

I went down to the garden of nut trees, to see the greenery of the ravine, to see whether the vine flowered [and] the pomegranates budded.

I did not know, [but] my soul set me [on] the chariots of My princely people.

Return, return, O Shulamite! Return, return, that we may gaze upon you. What will you see in the Shulamite? As it were the dance of two [army] camps.