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| 1Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? | 1Where did your beloved go, most beautiful of women? Where did your beloved turn, so we may look for 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 beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze his flock in the gardens and gather lilies. |
| 3I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies. | 3I belong to my beloved, and my beloved belongs to me. He is the one who grazes his flock among the lilies. |
| 4You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners. | 4You are beautiful, my darling, like Tirzah, lovely like Jerusalem, as awesome 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 from me, for they excite me. Your hair is like a flock of goats coming down from Mt. 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 being washed. All of them are twins, not one has lost her young. |
| 7Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil. | 7Your temple behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate. |
| 8There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and virgins without number. | 8There are sixty queens and eighty mistresses, and too many young women to count, |
| 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 perfect one, is unique. She's unique to her mother, she's pure to the one who gave birth to her. Young women see her and call her blessed, queens and mistresses praise her. |
| 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 appears like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awesome 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 went down to the walnut orchard, to look at the green sprouts in the valley, to see whether the vine had budded, whether the pomegranates had blossomed. |
| 12Before I was aware, my desire set me among the chariots of my kinsman, a prince. | 12Before I knew it, I imagined myself among the chariots of my noble people. |
| 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? | 13 Return, return, Shulammite, return, return, so we may look at you! Why should you look at the Shulammite, like you watch the dance of the two camps? |
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