1. My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of aromatical spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
2. I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.
3. Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army set in array.
4. Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad.
5. Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.
6. Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.