1 Where has your beloved gone,
^aO fairest among women?
Where has your beloved turned aside,
That we may seek him with you? ‡

2 My beloved has gone to his ^agarden,
To the beds of spices,
To feed his flock in the gardens,
And to gather lilies. ‡

4 O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah,
Lovely as Jerusalem,
Awesome as an army with banners!

5 Turn your eyes away from me,
For they have¹ overcome me.
Your hair is ^alike a flock of goats
Going down from Gilead. ‡