Verse
BSB
Berean Standard Bible
KJV
King James 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
is
thy
beloved
turned aside
? 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 into
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
among the lilies.
You
are
as
beautiful, my darling
, as Tirzah, as
lovely
as Jerusalem, as
majestic
as troops
with banners.
Thou
art
beautiful, 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
appear
from 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 as
a flock of sheep which
go
up from the washing, whereof
every
one
beareth
twins,
and there
is
not one barren
among
them.
Your
brow
behind
your
veil
is
like
a slice
of pomegranate.
As
a piece
of a
pomegranate are
thy
temples
within
thy
locks
.
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 blessed her
; 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, and
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 fruits
of the valley, and
to see whether
the vine
flourished
and
the pomegranates budded
.
Before
I realized
it
, my desire
had
set
me among
the royal
chariots of my
people
.
Or
ever
I was
aware
, my soul
made
me like
the chariots of Amminadib
.
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 Shulamite;
return
, return
, that we may look
upon thee
. What
will
ye
see
in
the Shulamite?
As it
were
the company
of two
armies.
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