Song of Solomon 6 Parallel Bible Translations

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1 Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, 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 down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather 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 my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses 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, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners. 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 goats, that lie along the side of 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, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved 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 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate 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 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins 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 My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and 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 she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners? “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 I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower. 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 Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots. 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, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance 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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