4 You daughters of Zion, declare have you seen
The star that on Israel shone?
Say if your tents my belovéd has been,
And where with his flock he is gone?
5 This is my belovéd; his form is divine,
His vestments shed odors around,
The locks on his head are as grapes on the vine
When autumn with plenty is crowned.
6 The roses of Sharon, the lilies that grow
In the vales, on the banks of the streams,