| English Standard Version | Christian Standard Bible |
| 1Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? | 1Where has your love gone, most beautiful of women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you. |
| 2My beloved has gone down to his garden to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens and to gather lilies. | 2My love has gone down to his garden, to beds of spice, to feed in the gardens and gather lilies. |
| 3I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies. | 3I am my love's and my love is mine; he feeds among the lilies. |
| 4You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners. | 4You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, lovely as Jerusalem, awe-inspiring as an army with banners. |
| 5Turn away your eyes from me, for they overwhelm me— Your hair is like a flock of goats leaping down the slopes of Gilead. | 5Turn your eyes away from me, for they captivate me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead. |
| 6Your 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. | 6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes coming up from washing, each one having a twin, and not one missing. |
| 7Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil. | 7Behind your veil, your brow is like a slice of pomegranate. |
| 8There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and virgins without number. | 8There are sixty queens and eighty concubines and young women without number. |
| 9My 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. | 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: |
| 10“Who is this who looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awesome as an army with banners?” | 10Who is this who shines like the dawn, as beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring as an army with banners? |
| 11I 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. | 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. |
| 12Before I was aware, my desire set me among the chariots of my kinsman, a prince. | 12I didn't know what was happening to me. I felt like I was in a chariot with a nobleman. |
| 13Return, 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? | 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! |
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