Add parallel Print Page Options

My beloved has gone down to his garden,
    to the beds of spices,
to pasture his flock in the gardens,
    and to gather lilies.
I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine;
    he pastures his flock among the lilies.

The Bride’s Matchless Beauty

You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love,
    comely as Jerusalem,
    terrible as an army with banners.

Read full chapter

She

My beloved has gone(A) down to his garden,(B)
    to the beds of spices,(C)
to browse in the gardens
    and to gather lilies.
I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine;(D)
    he browses among the lilies.(E)

He

You are as beautiful as Tirzah,(F) my darling,
    as lovely as Jerusalem,(G)
    as majestic as troops with banners.(H)

Read full chapter