1 Most beautiful of women,

tell us where he has gone.

Let us help you find him.

2 My darling has gone down

to his garden of spices,

where he will feed his sheep

and gather lilies.

3 I am his, and he is mine,

as he feeds his sheep

among the lilies.

4 My dearest, the cities of Tirzah

and Jerusalem

are not as lovely as you.

Your charms are more powerful

than all of the stars

in the heavens.*

5 Turn away your eyes—

they make me melt.

Your hair tosses about

as gracefully as goats

coming down from Gilead.

6 Your teeth are whiter

than sheep freshly washed;

they match perfectly,

not one is missing.

7 Behind your veil are hidden

beautiful rosy cheeks.*

8 What if I could have

sixty queens, eighty wives,

and thousands of others!

9 You would be my only choice,

my flawless dove,

the favorite child

of your mother.

The young women, the queens,

and all the others

tell how excited you are

as they sing your praises:

10 "You are as majestic

as the morning sky—

glorious as the moon—

blinding as the sun!

Your charms are more powerful

than all the stars above."*

11 I went down to see if blossoms

were on the walnut trees,

grapevines, and fruit trees.

12 But in my imagination

I was suddenly riding

on a glorious chariot.*

13 Dance! Dance!

Beautiful woman from Shulam,

let us see you dance!

Why do you want to see

this woman from Shulam

dancing with the others?*