1. Where is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among nashim? Where is thy beloved turned aside, that we may seek him with thee?
2. Dodi (my beloved) is gone down into his gan (garden), to the beds of spices, to feed in the ganim (gardens), and to gather shoshanim (lilies).
3. I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; he feedeth among the shoshanim.
4. Thou art yafeh, O my love, as Tirtzah, lovely as Yerushalayim, awe-inspiring as bannered troops on the march.
5. Turn away thine eyes from me, for they overwhelm me; thy hair is as an eder of goats that descend from Gil`ad.