Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.
Return, return, Shulammite!
Return, return, that we may gaze at you.
Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?