Song of Solomon 6 NLT NIV Parallel

◄ Song of Solomon 6 ►

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1Where has your lover gone, O woman of rare beauty? Which way did he turn so we can help you find him? Young Woman

1Where has your beloved gone, most beautiful of women? Which way did your beloved turn, that we may look for him with you?

2My lover has gone down to his garden, to his spice beds, to browse in the gardens and gather the lilies.

2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies.

3I am my lover’s, and my lover is mine. He browses among the lilies. Young Man

3I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine; he browses among the lilies.

4You are beautiful, my darling, like the lovely city of Tirzah. Yes, as beautiful as Jerusalem, as majestic as an army with billowing banners.

4You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.

5Turn your eyes away, for they overpower me. Your hair falls in waves, like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead.

5Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.

6Your teeth are as white as sheep that are freshly washed. Your smile is flawless, each tooth matched with its twin.

6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is missing.

7Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates behind your veil.

7Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.

8Even among sixty queens and eighty concubines and countless young women,

8Sixty queens there may be, and eighty concubines, and virgins beyond number;

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:

9but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the only daughter of her mother, the favorite of the one who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines praised her.

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

10Who is this that appears like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, majestic as the stars in procession?

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.

11I went down to the grove of nut trees to look at the new growth in the valley, to see if the vines had budded or the pomegranates were in bloom.

12Before I realized it, my strong desires had taken me to the chariot of a noble man. Young Women of Jerusalem

12Before I realized it, my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people.

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?

13Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, that we may gaze on you! He Why would you gaze on the Shulammite as on the dance of Mahanaim?

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