Young Women
1 Where has your love gone,
most beautiful of women?
Which way has he U turned?
We will seek him with you.
Woman
2 My love has gone down to his garden, b
to beds of spice, c
to feed in the gardens d
and gather lilies. e
3 I am my love’s and my love is mine; f
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. g
5 Turn your eyes away from me,
for they captivate me. h
Your hair is like a flock of goats
streaming down from Gilead. i
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
coming up from washing,
each one having a twin,
7 Behind your veil, k
your brow W is like a slice of pomegranate.
and eighty concubines l
and young women X without number.
9 But my dove, m my virtuous one, is unique; n
she is the favorite of her mother,
perfect to the one who gave her birth.
Women see her and declare her fortunate; o
queens and concubines also, and they sing her praises:
10 Who is this p who shines like the dawn,
as beautiful as the moon,
bright as the sun,
awe-inspiring as an army with banners? q
Woman
11 I came down to the walnut grove
to see the blossoms of the valley,
to see if the vines were budding r
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. Y
Young Women
13 Come back, come back, Shulammite! Z
Come back, come back, that we may look at you!
Man
How you gaze at the Shulammite,