Song of Solomon 7 Parallel Bible Translations

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GENEVA
Geneva Bible of 1587
ESV
English Standard Version
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1 Howe beautifull are thy goings with shooes, O princes daughter! the ioynts of thy thighs are like iewels: the worke of the hande of a cunning workeman. How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O noble daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand. How beautiful your sandaled feet, O prince’s daughter! Your graceful legs are like jewels, the work of an artist’s hands.
2 Thy nauel is as a round cuppe that wanteth not licour: thy belly is as an heape of wheat compassed about with lilies. Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat, encircled with lilies. Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by lilies.
3 Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes. Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. Your breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle.
4 Thy necke is like a towre of yuorie: thine eyes are like the fishe pooles in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the towre of Lebanon, that looketh toward Damascus. Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, which looks toward Damascus. Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus.
5 Thine head vpon thee is as skarlet, and the bush of thine head like purple: the King is tyed in the rafters. Your head crowns you like Carmel, and your flowing locks are like purple; a king is held captive in the tresses. Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. Your hair is like royal tapestry; the king is held captive by its tresses.
6 Howe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures! How beautiful and pleasant you are, O loved one, with all your delights! How beautiful you are and how pleasing, my love, with your delights!
7 This thy stature is like a palme tree, and thy brestes like clusters. Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters. Your stature is like that of the palm, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
8 I saide, I will goe vp into the palme tree, I will take holde of her boughes: thy breastes shall nowe be like the clusters of the vine: and the sauour of thy nose like apples, I say I will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its fruit. Oh may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples, I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of grapes on the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,
9 And the roufe of thy mouth like good wine, which goeth straight to my welbeloued, and causeth the lippes of the ancient to speake. and your mouth like the best wine. She It goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over lips and teeth. and your mouth like the best wine. She May the wine go straight to my beloved, flowing gently over lips and teeth.
10 I am my welbeloueds, and his desire is toward mee. I am my beloved’s, and his desire is for me. I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
11 Come, my welbeloued, let vs go foorth into the fielde: let vs remaine in the villages. Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields and lodge in the villages; Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside, let us spend the night in the villages.
12 Let vs get vp early to the vines, let vs see if the vine florish, whether it hath budded the small grape, or whether the pomegranates florish: there will I giue thee my loue. let us go out early to the vineyards and see whether the vines have budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love. Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom— there I will give you my love.
13 The mandrakes haue giuen a smell, and in our gates are all sweete things, new and olde: my welbeloued, I haue kept them for thee. The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and beside our doors are all choice fruits, new as well as old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved. The mandrakes send out their fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, both new and old, that I have stored up for you, my beloved.
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