Verse
YLT
Young's Literal Translation
BSB
Berean Standard Bible
Whither
hath
thy
beloved gone, O fair
among women? Whither
hath
thy
beloved
turned ,
And
we 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 went
down to his garden, To the beds of the
spice
, To delight
himself
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,
Who
is
delighting
himself
among the lilies.
I belong
to
my beloved and
he
belongs
to
me;
he
pastures
his
flock
among the lilies.
Fair
`art'
thou
, my friend
, as Tirzah, Comely
as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring
as bannered
hosts
.
You
are
as
beautiful
, my darling
, as Tirzah, as lovely
as
Jerusalem, as majestic
as
troops
with
banners
.
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 ,
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 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
teeth are
like
a flock
of sheep
coming
up from the washing ;
each
has
its
twin
, and not one
of
them is
lost
.
As
the
work
of
the
pomegranate
`is'
thy
temple
behind thy
veil.
Your
brow
behind your
veil is
like
a
slice
of
pomegranate
.
Sixty
are queens ,
and eighty concubines, And virgins
without number .
There
are sixty
queens and eighty concubines, and maidens
without number ,
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.
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 '
this that
is
looking
forth
as
morning
, Fair as the moon --
clear
as the sun, Awe-inspiring
as bannered
hosts
? '
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
?
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
--
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 knew
not
my
soul,
It made
me --
chariots of my people Nadib
.
Before
I realized
it ,
my
desire
had
set
me among
the
royal
chariots of my people.
Return
, return
, O Shulammith
! Return
, return
, and
we look
upon thee
. What
do ye
see
in
Shulammith
?
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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