1My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies. 2I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds among the lilies. 3Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as armies set in array. 4Turn away thine eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: thy hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad. 5Thy 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. 6Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, being seen without thy veil. 7There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number. 8My 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. 9Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as armies set in array? 10I 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. 11There I will give thee my breasts: my soul knew it not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab. 12Return, return, O Sunamite; return, return, and we will look at thee. What will ye see in the Sunamite? She comes as bands of armies.