1Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? 2My beloved has gone down to his garden, 3I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. 4You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, 5Turn away your eyes from me, 6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, 7Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.¶ 8There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, 9My dove, my perfect one, is unique. 10Who is she who looks forth as the morning, 11I went down into the nut tree grove, 12Without realizing it, 13Return, return, Shulammite!