1 dilectus meus descendit in hortum suum
ad areolam aromatis ut pascatur in hortis et lilia colligat
2 ego dilecto meo et dilectus meus mihi qui pascitur inter lilia
3 pulchra es amica mea suavis et decora sicut Hierusalem
terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata
4 averte oculos tuos a me quia ipsi me avolare fecerunt
capilli tui sicut grex caprarum quae apparuerunt de Galaad
5 dentes tui sicut grex ovium quae ascenderunt de lavacro
omnes gemellis fetibus et sterilis non est in eis
6 sicut cortex mali punici genae tuae absque occultis
tuis
7 sexaginta sunt reginae et octoginta concubinae
et adulescentularum non est numerus
8 una est columba mea perfecta mea
una est matris suae electa genetrici suae
viderunt illam filiae et beatissimam praedicaverunt
reginae et concubinae et laudaverunt eam
9 quae est ista quae progreditur quasi aurora consurgens
pulchra ut luna electa ut sol
terribilis ut acies ordinata
10 descendi ad hortum nucum
ut viderem poma convallis
ut inspicerem si floruisset vinea
et germinassent mala punica
11 nescivi anima mea conturbavit me
propter quadrigas Aminadab
12 revertere revertere Sulamitis
revertere revertere ut intueamur te
1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee. 2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. 3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
4 ¶ Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. 5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead. 6 Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them. 7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks. 8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number. 9 My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea , the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10 ¶ Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
11 I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded. 12 Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib. 13 Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.