| New American Standard Bible 1995 | International Standard Version |
| 1"Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, That we may seek him with you?" | 1Where did your beloved go, most beautiful of women? Where did your beloved turn, so we may look for him with you? |
| 2"My beloved has gone down to his garden, To the beds of balsam, To pasture his flock in the gardens And gather lilies. | 2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze his flock in the gardens and gather lilies. |
| 3"I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine, He who pastures his flock among the lilies." | 3I belong to my beloved, and my beloved belongs to me. He is the one who grazes his flock among the lilies. |
| 4"You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, As lovely as Jerusalem, As awesome as an army with banners. | 4You are beautiful, my darling, like Tirzah, lovely like Jerusalem, as awesome as an army with banners. |
| 5"Turn your eyes away from me, For they have confused me; Your hair is like a flock of goats That have descended from Gilead. | 5Turn your eyes from me, for they excite me. Your hair is like a flock of goats coming down from Mt. Gilead. |
| 6"Your teeth are like a flock of ewes Which have come up from their washing, All of which bear twins, And not one among them has lost her young. | 6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes coming up from being washed. All of them are twins, not one has lost her young. |
| 7"Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate Behind your veil. | 7Your temple behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate. |
| 8"There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, And maidens without number; | 8There are sixty queens and eighty mistresses, and too many young women to count, |
| 9But my dove, my perfect one, is unique: She is her mother's only daughter; She is the pure child of the one who bore her. The maidens saw her and called her blessed, The queens and the concubines also, and they praised her, saying, | 9but my dove, my perfect one, is unique. She's unique to her mother, she's pure to the one who gave birth to her. Young women see her and call her blessed, queens and mistresses praise her. |
| 10'Who is this that grows like the dawn, As beautiful as the full moon, As pure as the sun, As awesome as an army with banners?' | 10Who is this who appears like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awesome as an army with banners? |
| 11"I went down to the orchard of nut trees To see the blossoms of the valley, To see whether the vine had budded Or the pomegranates had bloomed. | 11I went down to the walnut orchard, to look at the green sprouts in the valley, to see whether the vine had budded, whether the pomegranates had blossomed. |
| 12"Before I was aware, my soul set me Over the chariots of my noble people." | 12Before I knew it, I imagined myself among the chariots of my noble people. |
| 13"Come back, come back, O Shulammite; Come back, come back, that we may gaze at you!" "Why should you gaze at the Shulammite, As at the dance of the two companies? | 13 Return, return, Shulammite, return, return, so we may look at you! Why should you look at the Shulammite, like you watch the dance of the two camps? |
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