| New American Standard Bible 1995 | New American Standard Bible 1995 |
| 1"Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, That we may seek him with you?" | 1"Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, That we may seek 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. | 2"My beloved has gone down to his garden, To the beds of balsam, To pasture 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." | 3"I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine, He who pastures 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. | 4"You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, As lovely as 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. | 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. |
| 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. | 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. |
| 7"Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate Behind your veil. | 7"Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate Behind your veil. |
| 8"There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, And maidens without number; | 8"There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, And maidens without number; |
| 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 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, |
| 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?' | 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?' |
| 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. | 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. |
| 12"Before I was aware, my soul set me Over the chariots of my noble people." | 12"Before I was aware, my soul set me Over 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"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? |
| New American Standard Bible Copyright © 1960, 1962, 1963, 1968, 1971, 1972, 1973, 1975, 1977, 1995 by The Lockman Foundation, La Habra, Calif. All rights reserved. For Permission to Quote Information visit //www.lockman.org | New American Standard Bible Copyright © 1960, 1962, 1963, 1968, 1971, 1972, 1973, 1975, 1977, 1995 by The Lockman Foundation, La Habra, Calif. All rights reserved. For Permission to Quote Information visit //www.lockman.org |
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