Whither Is Thy Beloved Gone — Song of Solomon 6:11–13

I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, And the pomegranates were in flower.

Before I was aware, my soul set me Among the chariots of my princely people.

Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, As upon the dance of Mahanaim?