1Where's your boo at, you absolute queen? Where did they dip to? Let's find them together, fr.

2My boo's chillin' in their garden, vibin' with the spices, just pluckin' those lilies.

3I'm all about my boo, and they’re all about me: they’re just vibin' with the lilies.

4You're straight up beautiful, my love, like Tirzah, looking fire like Jerusalem, and fierce like a squad with banners.

5Like, turn your gaze from me, you’re too much: your hair's like a whole flock of goats showing up from Gilead.

6Your teeth are like a squad of sheep fresh outta the wash, all got their pairs, and not a single one’s left out.

7Your temples are like a pomegranate slice tucked in those locks, no cap.

8There are 60 queens, 80 concubines, and like, way too many virgins to count.

9My dove, my pure one, you’re literally the only one; you're the top pick from your mom. The girls saw you and blessed you; even the queens and concubines were hyping you up.

10Who’s that shining like the morning, gorgeous like the moon, bright like the sun, and fierce like a squad with banners?

11I dipped into the nut garden to peep the valley fruits, checking if the vines were thriving and the pomegranates were popping.

12Before I even knew it, my soul was like the chariots of Amminadib, fr.

13Come back, come back, O Shulamite; come back, so we can see you. What do you wanna see in the Shulamite? It's like a whole vibe of two armies.

1Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.

2My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

3I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.

4Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

5Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

6Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.

7As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.

8There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.

9My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

10Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?

11I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.

12Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.

13Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.