Thomson(i)
1 "Where did thy dear brother go, O fairest of women? Whither did thy dear brother bend his course; that we may seek him with thee?"
2 My dear brother went down to his garden to the beds of o spices; to feed in the garden and to gather lillies.
3 I am my dear brother's and he is mine; he is feeding among the lillies!
4 Thou my consort, art beautiful as Terzah; comely as Jerusalem; dazzling as embattled hosts!
5 Turn thine eyes aside from me for they have transported me. Thy hair is like a flock of goats which are seen on mount Galaad:
6 thy teeth like flocks of shorn sheep, just come up from washing: all twins and there is not one defective among them: thy lips are like a braid of scarlet, and thy speech is graceful.
7 Thy cheek is like the downy skin of a pomegranate now thy veil is removed.
8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and virgins without number:
9 one is my dove, my consecrated one. One is her mother's only child; the darling of her who bore her. Daughters viewed her; nay queens and even concubines will hail her happy and thus extoll her."
10 Who is she that is looking out like the morning; fair as the moon, distinguishable as the sun, and dazzling as embattled hosts."
11 I Went down to the garden of nuts to look at the productions of the valley: to seek whether the vine had budded or the pomegranate blossomed:
12 I am there to grant thee my breasts. My soul did not recollect this. It made me like the chariots of Aminadab.
13 Return, return, Sunamite! return, return that we may see thee! What would you see in the Sunamite, who is coming like the moving bands of an army?