Whither Is Thy Beloved Gone — Song of Solomon 6:1–3

Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That we may seek him with thee?

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

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth his flock among the lilies.