Add parallel Print Page Options

I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine;
    he pastures his flock among the lilies.(A)

The Young Woman’s Matchless Beauty

You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love,
    comely as Jerusalem,
    terrible as an army with banners.(B)
Turn away your eyes from me,
    for they overwhelm me!
Your hair is like a flock of goats,
    moving down the slopes of Gilead.(C)

Read full chapter