1. Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned that we may seek him with you?
2. My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the garden bed of the spice, to pasture his flock and to gather lilies in the garden.
3. I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
4. You are beautiful, my beloved, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, overwhelming as an army with banners.