Tell me, you whom my soul loves, Where do you pasture your flock, Where do you have it lie down at noon? For why should I be like one who veils herself Beside the flocks of your companions?”

The Chorus

“Come back, come back, O Shulammite; Come back, come back, so that we may look at you!”

The Groom

“Why should you look at the Shulammite, As at the dance of the two armies?