Song of Solomon 4 Parallel Bible Translations

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1 How beautiful art thou, my love, how beautiful art thou! thy eyes are doves' eyes, besides what is hid within. Thy hair is as flocks of goats, which Come up from mount Galaad. 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 as flocks of sheep, that are shorn which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren 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 lips are as a scarlet lace: and thy speech sweet. Thy cheeks are as a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lieth hid within. 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 neck, is as the tower of David, which is built with bulwarks: a thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the armour of valiant men. 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 breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies. 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 Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. 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 fair, O my love, and there is not a spot 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 from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come: thou shalt be crowned from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards. 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 wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair of thy neck. 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 How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical 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 lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense. 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 My sister, my spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up. 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 Thy plants are a paradise of pomegranates with the fruits of the orchard. Cypress with spikenard. 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 Spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Libanus, myrrh and aloes with all the chief perfumes. 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 The fountain of gardens: the well of living waters, which run with a strong stream 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 Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow. 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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