Song of Solomon 6 ISV BSB Parallel

◄ Song of Solomon 6 ►

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1Where did your beloved go, most beautiful of women? Where did your beloved turn, so we may look for him with you?

1Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among 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 his flock in the gardens and gather lilies.

2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.

3I belong to my beloved, and my beloved belongs to me. He is the one who grazes his flock among the lilies.

3I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.

4You are beautiful, my darling, like Tirzah, lovely like Jerusalem, as awesome as an army with banners.

4You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.

5Turn your eyes from me, for they excite me. Your hair is like a flock of goats coming down from Mt. Gilead.

5Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.

6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes coming up from being washed. All of them are twins, not one has lost her young.

6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.

7Your temple behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.

7Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.

8There are sixty queens and eighty mistresses, and too many young women to count,

8There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,

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.

9but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.

10Who is this who appears 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 fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?

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.

11I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom.

12Before I knew it, I imagined myself among the chariots of my noble people.

12Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.

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?

13Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim?

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