Where has you beloved gone most beautiful among women?
Where has your beloved turned? And we will seek him with you;
my beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices
to feed in the gardens and gather lilies;
I am beloveds and my beloved is mine, he feeds among the lilies;
Beautiful you are my love as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem,
awesome as an army with banners;
turn you eyes away from me, they have overwhelmed me,
your hair kayader haizim shegaleshu minhar Gilead;
(as a flock of goats, that rest on mount Gilead)
shinayik kayader harailim shealu min harachzar sheculam matimot shacula aiyin bahem
(your teeth are like a flock of ewes rising up from the washing, every one with
twins, and none barren among them)
kaypelah harimon raqataik mibaad letzamataik
(as a piece of a pomegranate your temples behind your veil)
sixty there are queens and eighty companions and virgins without number;
one is she my dove, my perfect one is she to her mother,
the favourite of the one who bore, they saw her, the daughters and blessed her,
the queens and companions, and they praised her;
who is this looking down? As the dawn fair as the moon,
pure as the sun, awesome as army with banners;
to the garden of walnuts, I went down to see the fruits of the valley,
to see if flower the vine, if budded the pomegranates;
I did not know my soul set me as the chariots of my noble people
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