¹ Where has your beloved gone, most beautiful of women? Which way did your beloved turn, that we may look for him with you? ² My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse 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 as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners. ⁵ Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead. ⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is missing. ⁷ Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate. ⁸ Sixty queens there may be, and eighty concubines, and virgins beyond number;