1 Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? 2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, 3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. 4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, 5 Turn away your eyes from me, 6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, 7 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil. 8 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, 9 My dove, my perfect one, is unique. 10 Who is she who looks out as the morning, 11 I went down into the nut tree grove, 12 Without realizing it, 13 Return, return, Shulammite!