1 fairest cf women whither is
Thy loved gone away?
Where is thy love turn'd by, that so
Seek him with thee we may.
2 My love to's garden down is gone,
Among the beds of spice,
To feed in gardens, and to get
The lilly flow'rs likewise.
3 I am for my beloved one,
And my belov'd for me:
And feed among the lilly fiow'rs
Continually doth he.
4 Thou art my love, as Tirza neat,
Fair as Jerusalem;
Yea as an army terrible,
That doth with banners stream.
5 Turn thou from me thine eyes because
They have me overcome.
Thine hair is as a flock of goats,
Which look from Gilead down
6 Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep
Up from the washing gone,
Whereof each one bears twins, of them
There's not a barren one.
7 So gracefully within thy locks
Thy temples formed are:
That to a pomegranate in bloom
The same I may compare.
8 Of queens threescore, and fourscore is
Of concubines the count,
There are as many virgins as
All number do surmount.
9 My dove, my undefil'd, she's one;
Her mother's one is she,
Yea ev'n of her who did her bear
The choicest one is she ,
The daughters as they her beheld,
They did her blessed call:
Yea, both the queens and coucubir.es
They praised her withal.
10 Who's she that looks forth as the morn,
Fair as the moon on high,
Clear as the sun, and terrible.
As host whose banners fly?
11 To the nut-garden when I went
Down valley fruits to see.
To see if vines did bud, if bloom
Did the pomegranate tree;
12 My soul had placed me before
I ever was aware.
Upon the chariots of them who
My willing people are.
13 Turn, turn, O Shulamite, turn, turn,
That we may look on thee:
What see you in the Shulamite?
As two camps company.