What is your beloved more than another beloved, O most beautiful among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you thus adjure us?
Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
If you do not know, O most beautiful among women, follow in the tracks of the flock, and pasture your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents.
For he grew up before him like a young plant, and like a root out of dry ground; he had no form or majesty that we should look at him, and no beauty that we should desire him.
Glorious things of you are spoken, O city of God. Selah
All glorious is the princess in her chamber, with robes interwoven with gold.
And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.
And when he entered Jerusalem, the whole city was stirred up, saying, “Who is this?”
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or the does of the field, that you not stir up or awaken love until it pleases.