Chorus
[Bol] 1 Where has your lover gone,
most beautiful woman?
Where has your lover turned,
that we may help you look for him?
She
2 My lover has gone down to his garden,
to the beds of spices,
to pasture his flock in the garden
and to gather lilies.
3 My lover is mine, and I am his;
he shepherds his flock among the lilies.
He
4 My love, you are lovely
as Tirzah, beautiful as Jerusalem,
majestic as bannered troops.
5 Turn your eyes away from me
for they bewitch me.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
streaming down the heights of Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like sheep
coming in droves from the washing,
each one opposing its twin,
not one has been left alone.
7 Your cheeks behind your veil
are like halves of a pomegranate.
[Bol] 8 Sixty queens, eighty concubines,
virgins beyond number –
9 but my dove, my perfect one,
is unique, the only daughter
and favorite of her mother.
She was called blessed by the virgins
and praised by queens and concubines:
10 “Who is this coming like the dawn,
fair as the moon, bright as the sun,
majestic as bannered troops?”
11 I went to the nut orchard
to look over the valley in bloom,
to see if the vines had flowered,
or if the pomegranates had blossomed.
12 Before I became aware of it,
my desire had set me on the chariot
with the daughter of the prince.