| [an error occurred while processing this directive] | Berean Study Bible |
| 1[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 1Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you. |
| 2[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies. |
| 3[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 3I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies. |
| 4[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 4You are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, majestic as an army with banners. |
| 5[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 5Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead. |
| 6[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one is lost. |
| 7[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 7Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate. |
| 8[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 8There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number, |
| 9[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 9but 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. |
| 10[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 10Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession? |
| 11[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 11I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding, or the pomegranates in bloom. |
| 12[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 12Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the chariots of my noble people. |
| 13[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 13Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. The Groom Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim? |
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