2 My beloved is gone down into his garden to the beds of spices to feed in the gardens and to gather lilies

3 I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine he feedeth among the lilies

4 Thou art beautiful O my love as Tirzah comely as Jerusalem terrible as an army with banners

5 Turn away thine eyes from me for they have overcome me thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead

6 Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing whereof every one beareth twins and there is not one barren among them

7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks

8 There are threescore queens and fourscore concubines and virgins without number

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

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

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

12 Or ever I was aware my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib

13 Return return O Shulamite return return that we may look upon thee What will ye see in the Shulamite As it were the company of two armies