VIN(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 beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies,
4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
5 Turn your eyes from me, for they excite me. Your hair is like a flock of goats coming down from Mt. Gilead.
6 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.
7 Your temples behind your veil are like a piece of pomegranate.
8 Sixty queens there are, eighty concubines, and maidens beyond number.
9 My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother's only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines, and they praised 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 into the garden of nuts, to look at the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
12 "Before I was aware of it my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people.
13 Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, so that our eyes may see you. What will you see in the Shulammite? A sword-dance.