| New King James Version | New Living Translation |
| 1Where has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned aside, That we may seek him with you? | 1Where has your lover gone, O woman of rare beauty? Which way did he turn so we can help you find him? Young Woman |
| 2My beloved has gone to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed his flock in the gardens, And to gather lilies. | 2My lover has gone down to his garden, to his spice beds, to browse in the gardens and gather the lilies. |
| 3I am my beloved’s, And my beloved is mine. He feeds his flock among the lilies. | 3I am my lover’s, and my lover is mine. He browses among the lilies. Young Man |
| 4O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem, Awesome as an army with banners! | 4You are beautiful, my darling, like the lovely city of Tirzah. Yes, as beautiful as Jerusalem, as majestic as an army with billowing banners. |
| 5Turn your eyes away from me, For they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats Going down from Gilead. | 5Turn your eyes away, for they overpower me. Your hair falls in waves, like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead. |
| 6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep Which have come up from the washing; Every one bears twins, And none is barren among them. | 6Your teeth are as white as sheep that are freshly washed. Your smile is flawless, each tooth matched with its twin. |
| 7Like a piece of pomegranate Are your temples behind your veil. | 7Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates behind your veil. |
| 8There are sixty queens And eighty concubines, And virgins without number. | 8Even among sixty queens and eighty concubines and countless young women, |
| 9My dove, my perfect one, Is the only one, The only one of her mother, The favorite of the one who bore her. The daughters saw her And called her blessed, The queens and the concubines, And they praised her. | 9I would still choose my dove, my perfect one— the favorite of her mother, dearly loved by the one who bore her. The young women see her and praise her; even queens and royal concubines sing her praises: |
| 10Who is she who looks forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Awesome as an army with banners? | 10“Who is this, arising like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as an army with billowing banners?” Young Woman |
| 11I went down to the garden of nuts To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine had budded And the pomegranates had bloomed. | 11I went down to the grove of walnut trees and out to the valley to see the new spring growth, to see whether the grapevines had budded or the pomegranates were in bloom. |
| 12Before I was even aware, My soul had made me As the chariots of my noble people. | 12Before I realized it, my strong desires had taken me to the chariot of a noble man. Young Women of Jerusalem |
| 13Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon you! What would you see in the Shulamite— As it were, the dance of the two camps? | 13 Return, return to us, O maid of Shulam. Come back, come back, that we may see you again. Young Man Why do you stare at this young woman of Shulam, as she moves so gracefully between two lines of dancers? |
| The Holy Bible, New King James Version, Copyright © 1982 Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved. | Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved. |
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