| Christian Standard Bible | NET Bible |
| 1Where has your love gone, most beautiful of women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you. | 1Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned? Tell us, that we may seek him with you. |
| 2My love has gone down to his garden, to beds of spice, to feed in the gardens and gather lilies. | 2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the flowerbeds of balsam spices, to graze in the gardens, and to gather lilies. |
| 3I am my love's and my love is mine; he feeds among the lilies. | 3I am my lover's and my lover is mine; he grazes among the lilies. |
| 4You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, lovely as Jerusalem, awe-inspiring as an army with banners. | 4My darling, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as awe-inspiring as bannered armies! |
| 5Turn your eyes away from me, for they captivate me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead. | 5Turn your eyes away from me--they overwhelm me! Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Mount Gilead. |
| 6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes coming up from washing, each one having a twin, and not one missing. | 6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin; not one of them is missing. |
| 7Behind your veil, your brow is like a slice of pomegranate. | 7Like a slice of pomegranate is your forehead behind your veil. |
| 8There are sixty queens and eighty concubines and young women without number. | 8There may be sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and young women without number. |
| 9But my dove, my virtuous one, is unique; she is the favorite of her mother, perfect to the one who gave her birth. Women see her and declare her fortunate; queens and concubines also, and they sing her praises: | 9But she is unique! My dove, my perfect one! She is the special daughter of her mother, she is the favorite of the one who bore her. The maidens saw her and complimented her; the queens and concubines praised her: |
| 10Who is this who shines like the dawn, as beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring as an army with banners? | 10"Who is this who appears like the dawn? Beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring as the stars in procession?" |
| 11I came down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding and the pomegranates blooming. | 11I went down to the orchard of walnut trees, to look for the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines had budded or if the pomegranates were in bloom. |
| 12I didn't know what was happening to me. I felt like I was in a chariot with a nobleman. | 12I was beside myself with joy! There please give me your myrrh, O daughter of my princely people. |
| 13Come back, come back, Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may look at you! Man How you gaze at the Shulammite, as you look at the dance of the two camps! | 13Turn, turn, O Perfect One! Turn, turn, that I may stare at you! The Beloved to Her Lover: Why do you gaze upon the Perfect One like the dance of the Mahanaim? |
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