The Friends
W1here has your beloved gone,
The Bride
M2y beloved has gone down to his garden, 3I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me;
The Bridegroom
Y4ou are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, 5Turn your eyes away from me, 6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep 7Your brow behind your veil
8There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, 9but my dove, my perfect one, is unique,
The Friends
W10ho is this who shines like the dawn,
The Bridegroom
I11 went down to the walnut grove 12Before I realized it, my desire had set me
The Friends
C13ome back, come back, O Shulammite!