1CHORUS: Where did your lover go, O loveliest of women? Which way did your lover turn so that we canhelp you seek him? 2BELOVED: My love went down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock on the grass andgather lilies. 3I belong to my love, and my love to me. He pastures his flock among the lilies. 4LOVER: You are fair as Tirzah, my beloved, enchanting as Jerusalem, formidable as an army! 5Turn your eyes away from me, they take me by assault! Your hair is like a flock of goats surging downthe slopes of Gilead. 6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes as they come up from being washed. Each one has its twin, not oneunpaired with another. 7Your cheeks, behind your veil, are halves of pomegranate. 8There are sixty queens and eighty concubines (and countless girls). 9My dove is my only one, perfect and mine. She is the darling of her mother, the favourite of the one whobore her. Girls have seen her and proclaimed her blessed, queens and concubines have sung her praises, 10'Who is this arising like the dawn, fair as the moon, resplendent as the sun, formidable as an army?' 11I went down to the nut orchard to see the fresh shoots in the val ey, to see if the vines were buddingand the pomegranate trees in flower. 12Before I knew . . . my desire had hurled me onto the chariots of Amminadib!