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 goatsdescending from Gilead.
6. Your teeth are like a flock of sheepcoming up from the washing.Each has its twin,not one of them is missing.
7. Your temples behind your veilare like the halves of a pomegranate.
8. Sixty queens there may be,and eighty concubines,and virgins beyond number;
9. but my dove, my perfect one, is unique,the only daughter of her mother,the favourite of the one who bore her.The young women saw her and called her blessed;the queens and concubines praised her.
10. Who is this that appears like the dawn,fair as the moon, bright as the sun,majestic as the stars in procession?
11. I went down to the grove of nut treesto look at the new growth in the valley,to see if the vines had buddedor the pomegranates were in bloom.
12. Before I realised it,my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people.
13. Come back, come back, O Shulammite;come back, come back, that we may gaze on you!Why would you gaze on the Shulammiteas on the dance of Mahanaim?