1 My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies. 2 I am my kinsman’s, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds among the lilies.
3 Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as armies set in array. 4 Turn away thine eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: thy hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad. 5 Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren among them: thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely. 6 Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, being seen without thy veil.
7 There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number. 8 My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yea, and the concubines, and they will praise her. 9 Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as armies set in array?
10 I went down to the garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine flowered, if the pomegranates blossomed.