Verse
ASV
American Standard Version
BSB
Berean Standard Bible
Whither
is
thy
beloved gone, O thou
fairest
among women? Whither
hath
thy
beloved
turned him,
That
we may
seek him with thee?
Where
has
your
beloved gone, O most
beautiful
among women? Which
way
has
he
turned ?
We will
seek him with you.
My beloved is
gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed
in the gardens ,
and to gather lilies.
My beloved has
gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture
his
flock
in the gardens and to gather lilies.
I am
my
beloved's,
and
my beloved is
mine
; He feedeth
`
his flock '
among the lilies ,
I belong
to
my beloved and
he
belongs
to
me
; he pastures
his flock among the lilies .
Thou
art
fair
, O
my love
, as Tirzah, Comely
as Jerusalem, Terrible
as an
army
with banners.
You
are
as
beautiful
, my darling
, as Tirzah, as lovely
as
Jerusalem, as majestic
as
troops
with banners.
Turn away
thine
eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy
hair is as
a flock of goats ,
That
lie
along
the
side
of
Gilead.
Turn your
eyes away
from me, for they have overcome me. Your
hair is like
a flock of goats streaming
down
from
Gilead.
Thy
teeth are like a flock of ewes,
Which
are
come
up from the washing; Whereof
every
one
hath
twins
, And none
is
bereaved
among
them.
Your
teeth are like a flock of sheep
coming
up from the washing; each
has
its
twin
, and not
one
of
them is
lost
.
Thy
temples
are
like a piece
of a
pomegranate Behind
thy
veil
.
Your
brow
behind
your
veil
is
like a slice
of pomegranate.
There are threescore
queens ,
and fourscore
concubines, And virgins
without number .
There are sixty
queens and eighty
concubines, and maidens
without number ,
My 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 called
her blessed; `Yea',
the queens and the
concubines ,
and
they
praised
her.
but
my dove, my perfect
one ,
is unique,
the favorite
of the mother
who
bore
her. The maidens
see
her and call
her blessed; the queens and concubines sing
her praises
.
Who is she
that
looketh
forth
as
the morning
, Fair as the moon, Clear
as the sun, Terrible
as an
army
with
banners
?
Who is this
who
shines
like
the dawn
, as
fair as the moon, as bright
as
the sun, as majestic
as
the
stars
in
procession
?
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
.
I went down to
the walnut
grove
to see the blossoms
of the valley, to see if
the vines
were
budding
or
the pomegranates were in bloom
.
Before I was
aware
, my soul
set me `
Among '
the chariots of my princely
people.
Before I realized
it
, my desire
had
set me among the royal
chariots of my 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?
Come
back
, come
back
, O Shulammite !
Come
back
, come
back
, that we may gaze
upon you
. Why do
you
look at
the Shulammite, as on
the dance of Mahanaim ?
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