Song of Solomon 6 Parallel Bible Translations

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1 Where has your beloved gone, O fairest among the women? Where has your beloved turned aside, that we may seek him with you? Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? Where has your beloved gone, most beautiful of women? Which way did your beloved turn, that we may look for him with you?
2 My beloved has gone to his garden, to the beds of spice, to graze in the gardens and to gather up the lilies. My beloved has gone down to his garden to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens and to gather lilies. My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies.
3 I am unto my beloved and my beloved is unto me; he is grazing among the lilies. I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies. I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine; he browses among the lilies.
4 You are beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as bannered hosts. You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners. You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of the goats streaming down from the Gilead. Turn away your eyes from me, for they overwhelm me— Your hair is like a flock of goats leaping down the slopes of Gilead. Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes that have come up from the washing; each has its twin, and not a bereaved one is among them. Your teeth are like a flock of ewes that have come up from the washing; all of them bear twins; not one among them has lost its young. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is missing.
7 Like the halves of the pomegranate is your temple behind your veil. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil. Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.
8 Sixty are they, the queens, and eighty the concubines, and maidens without number. There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and virgins without number. Sixty queens there may be, and eighty concubines, and virgins beyond number;
9 One she is, my dove, my perfect one; one she is, pure for her mother, she who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; and the queens and the concubines, they praised her. My dove, my perfect one, is the only one, the only one of her mother, pure to her who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines also, and they praised her. but 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 one shining like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, pure as the sun, awesome as bannered hosts? “Who is this who looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awesome as an army with banners?” Who is this that appears like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, majestic as the stars in procession?
11 To the garden of the nut tree I went down, to look on the green of the valley, to see the vine had sprouted and the pomegranates had bloomed. I went down to the nut orchard to look at the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom. I 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.
12 I did not know it, my soul had set me among the chariots of my noble people. Before I was aware, my desire set me among the chariots of my kinsman, a prince. Before I realized it, my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people.
13 Return, return, O Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze on you. Why should you⁺ gaze on the Shulammite as on the dance in of Mahanaim? Return, return, O Shulammite, return, return, that we may look upon you. He Why should you look upon the Shulammite, as upon a dance before two armies? Come 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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