1 Daughters of Jerusalem: Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned aside, that we may seek him with you?2 Shulamite: My beloved has gone to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens, and to gather lilies.3 I am my beloveds, and my beloved is mine. He grazes among the lilies.4 The Beloved: O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners!5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats lying down in Gilead.6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes which have come up from the washing; every one bears twins, and not one is barren among them.7 Like a piece of pomegranate are your temples behind your veil.8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.9 But my dove, my perfect one, is the one, the only one of her mother, the pure of the one who bore her. The daughters saw her and called her blessed, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.10 Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, awesome as an army with banners?11 Shulamite: I went down to the garden of nuts to see the greenery of the valley, to see whether the vine had budded and the pomegranates had bloomed.12 Before I was even aware, my soul had made me like the chariots of Amminadib.13 The Beloved and His Friends: Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may gaze upon you! Shulamite: What would you see in the Shulamite; as it were, the dancing of two armies?
1 My derlyng yede doun in to his orcherd, to the gardyn of swete smellynge spices, that he be fed there in orcherdis, and gadere lilyes.2 Y to my derlyng; and my derlyng, that is fed among the lilies, be to me.3 Mi frendesse, thou art fair, swete and schappli as Jerusalem, thou art ferdful as the scheltrun of oostis set in good ordre.4 Turne awei thin iyen fro me, for tho maden me to fle awei; thin heeris ben as the flockis of geet, that apperiden fro Galaad.5 Thi teeth as a flok of scheep, that stieden fro waischyng; alle ben with double lambren, `ether twynnes, and no bareyn is among tho. As the rynde of a pumgranate, so ben thi chekis, without thi priuytees.7 Sixti ben queenys, and eiyti ben secundarie wyues; and of yong damesels is noon noumbre.8 Oon is my culuer, my perfit spousesse, oon is to hir modir, and is the chosun of hir modir; the douytris of Syon sien hir, and prechiden hir moost blessid; queenys, and secundarie wyues preisiden hir.9 Who is this, that goith forth, as the moreutid risynge, fair as the moone, chosun as the sunne, ferdful as the scheltrun of oostis set in good ordre?10 Y cam doun in to myn orcherd, to se the applis of grete valeis, and to biholde, if vyneris hadden flourid, and if pumgranate trees hadden buriowned.11 Y knew not; my soule disturblide me, for the charis of Amynadab.12 Turne ayen, turne ayen, thou Sunamyte; turne ayen, turne ayen, that we biholde thee. What schalt thou se in the Sunamyte, no but cumpenyes of oostis?