1 אָנָה הָלַךְ דֹּודֵךְ הַיָּפָה בַּנָּשִׁים אָנָה פָּנָה דֹודֵךְ וּנְבַקְשֶׁנּוּ עִמָּךְ׃

2 דֹּודִי יָרַד לְגַנֹּו לַעֲרוּגֹות הַבֹּשֶׂם לִרְעֹות בַּגַּנִּים וְלִלְקֹט שֹׁושַׁנִּים׃

3 אֲנִי לְדֹודִי וְדֹודִי לִי הָרֹעֶה בַּשֹּׁושַׁנִּים׃ ס

4 יָפָה אַתְּ רַעְיָתִי כְּתִרְצָה נָאוָה כִּירוּשָׁלִָם אֲיֻמָּה כַּנִּדְגָּלֹות׃

5 הָסֵבִּי עֵינַיִךְ מִנֶּגְדִּי שֶׁהֵם הִרְהִיבֻנִי שַׂעְרֵךְ כְּעֵדֶר הָעִזִּים שֶׁגָּלְשׁוּ מִן־הַגִּלְעָד׃

6 שִׁנַּיִךְ כְּעֵדֶר הָרְחֵלִים שֶׁעָלוּ מִן־הָרַחְצָה שֶׁכֻּלָּם מַתְאִימֹות וְשַׁכֻּלָה אֵין בָּהֶם׃

7 כְּפֶלַח הָרִמֹּון רַקָּתֵךְ מִבַּעַד לְצַמָּתֵךְ׃

8 שִׁשִּׁים הֵמָּה מְּלָכֹות וּשְׁמֹנִים פִּילַגְשִׁים וַעֲלָמֹות אֵין מִסְפָּר׃

9 אַחַת הִיא יֹונָתִי תַמָּתִי אַחַת הִיא לְאִמָּהּ בָּרָה הִיא לְיֹולַדְתָּהּ רָאוּהָ בָנֹות וַיְאַשְּׁרוּהָ מְלָכֹות וּפִילַגְשִׁים וַיְהַלְלוּהָ׃ ס

10 מִי־זֹאת הַנִּשְׁקָפָה כְּמֹו־שָׁחַר יָפָה כַלְּבָנָה בָּרָה כַּחַמָּה אֲיֻמָּה כַּנִּדְגָּלֹות׃ ס

11 אֶל־גִּנַּת אֱגֹוז יָרַדְתִּי לִרְאֹות בְּאִבֵּי הַנָּחַל לִרְאֹות הֲפָרְחָה הַגֶּפֶן הֵנֵצוּ הָרִמֹּנִים׃

12 לֹא יָדַעְתִּי נַפְשִׁי שָׂמַתְנִי מַרְכְּבֹות עַמִּי־נָדִיב׃

1 Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?

2 My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

3 I [am] my beloved`s, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

4 Fair [art] thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.

5 Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,

6 Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

7 As the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy veil.

8 Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.

9 One is my dove, my perfect one, One she [is] of her mother, The choice one she [is] of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.

10 `Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon -- clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?`

11 Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed --

12 I knew not my soul, It made me -- chariots of my people Nadib.

13 Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?