LEB(i)
1 Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned that we may seek him with you?
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the garden bed of the spice, to pasture his flock and to gather lilies in the garden.
3 ⌊I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me⌋;* he pastures his flock among the lilies.
4 You are beautiful, my beloved, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, ⌊overwhelming as an army with banners⌋.*
5 Turn away your eyes from before me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of the goats that moves down from Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of the ewes that have come up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none bereaved among them.
7 Your cheeks ⌊behind⌋* your veil are like halves of a pomegranate.
8 Sixty queens there are, eighty concubines, and maidens beyond number.
9 My dove, ⌊she is the one⌋;** my perfect, ⌊she is the only one⌋;** she is ⌊the favorite of⌋** her mother who bore her. Maidens see her and consider her fortunate;* queens and concubines praise her:
10 "Who is this that looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, ⌊bright as the sun⌋,** ⌊overwhelming as an army with banners⌋?"*
11 I went down to the orchard of the walnut trees to look at the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vines have sprouted, whether the pomegranates have blossomed.
12 I did not know my ⌊heart⌋* set me in a chariot of my princely people.*
13 * Turn, turn,* O Shulammite!* Turn, turn* so that we may look upon you! Why do you look upon the Shulammite as at a dance of the two armies?