2M. My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of balsam, To feed in the gardens, And to gather lilies.
3I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; He feedeth among the lilies.
4Beautiful art thou, my love, as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem; But terrible as an army with banners.
5Turn away thine eyes from me! They overpower me! Thy locks are like a flock of goats, Which lie down upon Gilead.