Song of Solomon 4 Parallel Bible Translations

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Bishops' Bible of 1568
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1 O howe fayre art thou my loue, howe fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes, beside that which lyeth hid within: Thy heerie lockes are lyke the wooll of a flocke of goates that be shorne vpon mount Gilead. Behold, you are beautiful, my love, behold, you are beautiful! Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats leaping down the slopes of Gilead. How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes behind your veil are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from the hills of Gilead.
2 Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe of the same bignesse whiche went vp from the washing place, where euery one beareth two twinnes, and not one vnfruitfull among them. Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes that have come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and not one among them has lost its young. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn, coming up from the washing. Each has its twin; not one of them is alone.
3 Thy lippes are lyke a rose coloured ribande, thy wordes are louely, thy cheekes are like a peece of a pomegranate within thyne heeres. Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil. Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon; your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.
4 Thy necke is like the towre of Dauid buylded with costly stones, lying out on the sides wherevpon there hange a thousande shieldes: yea all the weapons of the giauntes. Your neck is like the tower of David, built in rows of stone; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors. Your neck is like the tower of David, built with courses of stone; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors.
5 Thy two breastes are lyke two twinnes of young Roes, whiche feede among roses. Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that graze among the lilies. Your breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle that browse among the lilies.
6 O that I might go to the mountaine of myrre, and to the hil of frankencense, til the day breake, and til the shadowes be past away. Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go away to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense. Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of incense.
7 Thou art all fayre (O my loue) and no spot is there in thee. You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in you. You are altogether beautiful, my darling; there is no flaw in you.
8 Come to me from Libanus (O my spouse) come to me from Libanus: looke from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the lions dennes, and from the mountaines of the leopardes. Come with me from Lebanon, my bride; come with me from Lebanon. Depart from the peak of Amana, from the peak of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards. Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Descend from the crest of Amana, from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon, from the lions’ dens and the mountain haunts of leopards.
9 Thou hast with loue bewitched my heart O my sister my spouse, thou hast bewitched my heart with one of thyne eyes, and with one chayne of thy necke. You have captivated my heart, my sister, my bride; you have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace. You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.
10 O howe fayre are thy breastes, my sister, my spouse? Thy breastes are more pleasaunt then wine, and the smell of thyne oyntmentes passeth all spices. How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than any spice! How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much more pleasing is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume more than any spice!
11 Thy lippes, O my spouse, drop as the hony combe, yea mylke and hony is vnder thy tongue, and the smell of thy garmentes is like the smell of Libanus. Your lips drip nectar, my bride; honey and milk are under your tongue; the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride; milk and honey are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 A garden well locked is my sister, my spouse: a garden well locked, and a sealed well. A garden locked is my sister, my bride, a spring locked, a fountain sealed. You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride; you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.
13 The fruites that are planted in thee, are lyke a very paradise of pomegranates with sweete fruites, as Camphire, Nardus, Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates with all choicest fruits, henna with nard, Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruits, with henna and nard,
14 (4:13) & Saffron, Calamus, Sinamom, with all sweete smellyng trees, Myrre, Aloes, and all the best spyces, nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all choice spices— nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree, with myrrh and aloes and all the finest spices.
15 (4:13) a well of gardens, a well of liuing waters which runne downe from Libanus. a garden fountain, a well of living water, and flowing streams from Lebanon. You are a garden fountain, a well of flowing water streaming down from Lebanon.
16 (4:14) Up thou north winde, come thou south winde and blowe vpon my garden, that the smell therof may be caryed on euery side: yea that my beloued may come into his garden, and eate of the sweete fruites that growe therein. Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden, let its spices flow. Let my beloved come to his garden, and eat its choicest fruits. Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread everywhere. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.
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