| International Standard Version | Holman Christian Standard Bible |
| 1Where did your beloved go, most beautiful of women? Where did your beloved turn, so we may look for him with you? | 1Y Where has your love gone, most beautiful of women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you. W |
| 2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze his flock in the gardens and gather lilies. | 2My love has gone down to his garden, to beds of spice, to feed in the gardens and 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 am my love's and my love is mine; he feeds among the lilies. M |
| 4You are beautiful, my darling, like Tirzah, lovely like Jerusalem, as 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 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 captivate 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 ewes coming up from washing, each one having a twin, and not one missing. |
| 7Your temple behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate. | 7Behind your veil, your brow is like a slice of pomegranate. |
| 8There are sixty queens and eighty mistresses, and too many young women to count, | 8There are 60 queens and 80 concubines and young women 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 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: Y |
| 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 beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring as an army with banners? W |
| 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 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 knew it, I imagined myself among the chariots of my noble people. | 12Before I knew it, my desire put me among the chariots of my noble people. Y |
| 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, Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may look at you! M Why are you looking at the Shulammite, as you look at the dance of the two camps? |
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