Verse
BSB
Berean Standard Bible
ASV
American Standard Version
Where
has
your
beloved gone, O most
beautiful
among women? Which
way
has
he
turned ?
We will
seek him with you.
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 has
gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture
his
flock
in the gardens and to gather lilies.
My beloved is
gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed
in the gardens ,
and to gather lilies.
I belong
to
my beloved
and he
belongs
to
me
; he pastures
his flock among the lilies .
I am
my beloved's,
and my
beloved
is
mine
; He feedeth
`
his flock '
among the lilies ,
You
are
as
beautiful
, my darling
, as Tirzah, as
lovely
as Jerusalem, as
majestic
as troops
with banners.
Thou
art
fair
, O
my love
, as Tirzah, Comely
as Jerusalem, Terrible
as an
army
with banners.
Turn your
eyes
away from me, for they have overcome me. Your
hair is like
a flock of goats streaming
down
from
Gilead.
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.
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
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
brow
behind
your
veil
is
like a slice
of pomegranate.
Thy
temples
are
like a piece
of a
pomegranate Behind
thy
veil
.
There are sixty
queens and eighty
concubines, and maidens
without number ,
There are threescore
queens ,
and fourscore
concubines, And virgins
without number .
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
.
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.
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
?
Who is she
that
looketh
forth
as
the morning
, Fair as the moon, Clear
as the sun, Terrible
as an
army
with
banners
?
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
.
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 realized
it
, my desire
had
set me among the royal
chariots of my people.
Before I was
aware
, my soul
set me `
Among '
the chariots of my princely
people.
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 ?
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?
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