¹Which way did your lover go,

Which way did your lover turn,

²My lover has gone down to his garden,

³I belong to my lover and my lover belongs to me—

An overwhelming sight

⁴You are as beautiful, my dearest, as Tirzah,

⁵Turn your eyes away from me,

Your hair is like a flock of goats

⁶Your teeth are like a flock of ewes

⁷Like a slice of pomegranate is the curve of your face

⁸There may be sixty queens

⁹but my dove, my perfect one, is one of a kind.

To her mother she’s the only one,

Young women see her and declare her fortunate;

¹⁰Who is this, gazing down like the morning star,

Transported

¹¹To the nut grove I went down

¹²I hardly knew myself;

Graceful dancer

¹³Come back, come back, Shulammite![#6.13 7:1 in Heb; #6.13 A name or title for the woman]

How you all admire the Shulammite