Verse
BSB
Berean Standard Bible
YLT
Young's Literal Translation
Where
has
your
beloved gone, O most
beautiful
among women? Which
way
has
he
turned ?
We will
seek him with you.
Whither
hath
thy
beloved gone, O fair
among women? Whither
hath
thy
beloved
turned ,
And
we 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 went
down to his garden, To the beds of the
spice
, To delight
himself
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,
Who
is
delighting
himself
among the lilies.
You
are
as
beautiful
, my darling
, as Tirzah, as
lovely
as Jerusalem, as
majestic
as troops
with
banners
.
Fair
`art'
thou
, my friend
, as Tirzah, Comely
as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring
as bannered
hosts
.
Turn your
eyes away
from me, for
they have overcome
me. Your
hair is like
a flock
of goats streaming
down
from Gilead .
Turn round
thine
eyes from before
me, Because
they have made
me proud
. Thy
hair `
is '
as
a row
of the
goats ,
That
have
shone
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 as
a row
of the
lambs,
That
have
come
up from the washing, Because
all
of them are
forming
twins,
And
a
bereaved
one
is not
among
them
.
Your
brow
behind
your
veil
is
like
a
slice
of pomegranate.
As
the
work
of the
pomegranate `is'
thy
temple
behind
thy
veil
.
There
are
sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens
without number ,
Sixty are
queens ,
and eighty 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
.
One
is
my dove, my perfect one, One
she
`
is '
of
her
mother
, The choice
one
she
`is'
of her that
bare
her ,
Daughters
saw,
and pronounce
her happy,
Queens and concubines ,
and
they
praise
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 '
this that
is
looking
forth
as morning,
Fair as the moon --
clear
as the sun, Awe-inspiring
as bannered
hosts
? '
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.
Unto
a
garden
of
nuts
I went down ,
To look
on
the buds
of the valley, To see whither
the vine
had
flourished,
The pomegranates had
blossomed
--
Before
I realized
it,
my desire
had
set
me among
the
royal
chariots of my people.
I knew
not
my soul,
It
made
me --
chariots of my people Nadib
.
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 Shulammith
! Return
, return
, and
we look
upon thee
. What
do ye
see
in
Shulammith
?
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