What is your beloved more than another beloved, O you fairest among women? what is your beloved more than another beloved, that you so charge us?
The king's daughter is all glorious within the palace: her clothing is of woven gold.
Glorious things are spoken of you, O city of God. Selah.
If you know not, O you fairest among women, go your way forth in the footsteps of the flock, and feed your kids beside the shepherds' tents.
I charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, that you stir not up, nor awake love, till it pleases.
Where has your beloved gone, O you fairest among women? where has your beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with you.
For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he has no stately form nor splendor; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.
And when he came into Jerusalem, all the city was moved, saying, Who is this?
And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth.