| International Standard Version | New American Standard Bible 1995 |
| 1Look at you! You are beautiful, my darling. Look at you! You are so beautiful. Your eyes behind your veil are doves, your hair is like a flock of goats coming down from Mt. Gilead. | 1"How beautiful you are, my darling, How beautiful you are! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil; Your hair is like a flock of goats That have descended from Mount Gilead. |
| 2Your teeth are like a flock of sheep about to be sheared, who are coming up from being washed. All of them are twins, not one has lost her young. | 2"Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes Which have come up from their washing, All of which bear twins, And not one among them has lost her young. |
| 3Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely. Behind your veil, your temple is like a slice of pomegranate. | 3"Your lips are like a scarlet thread, And your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate Behind your veil. |
| 4Your neck is like the tower of David, built with rows of stones. A thousand shields are hung upon it, all the shields of the warriors. | 4"Your neck is like the tower of David, Built with rows of stones On which are hung a thousand shields, All the round shields of the mighty men. |
| 5Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies. | 5"Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle Which feed among the lilies. |
| 6Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I'll go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense. | 6"Until the cool of the day When the shadows flee away, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense. |
| 7My darling, you are altogether beautiful and there is no blemish in you. | 7"You are altogether beautiful, my darling, And there is no blemish in you. |
| 8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. May you journey from the top of Amana, from the tops of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountain lairs of leopards. | 8"Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, May you come with me from Lebanon. Journey down from the summit of Amana, From the summit of Senir and Hermon, From the dens of lions, From the mountains of leopards. |
| 9You have made my heart beat faster, my sister, my bride. You have made my heart beat faster with one glance of your eyes, with one strand of your necklace. | 9"You have made my heart beat faster, my sister, my bride; You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes, With a single strand of your necklace. |
| 10How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride. How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all kinds of spices. | 10"How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, And the fragrance of your oils Than all kinds of spices! |
| 11Your lips drip honey, my bride; milk and honey are under your tongue. The scent of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. | 11"Your lips, my bride, drip honey; Honey and milk are under your tongue, And the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. |
| 12My sister, my bride, is a locked garden a locked rock garden, a sealed up spring. | 12"A garden locked is my sister, my bride, A rock garden locked, a spring sealed up. |
| 13Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with choice fruit, henna with nard, | 13"Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates With choice fruits, henna with nard plants, |
| 14nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, along with myrrh and aloes, and all the finest spices. | 14Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, With all the trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, along with all the finest spices. |
| 15You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water, streams flowing from Lebanon. | 15"You are a garden spring, A well of fresh water, And streams flowing from Lebanon." |
| 16Awake, north wind, and come, south wind. Make my garden breathe out, let its fragrance flow. Let my beloved come into his garden, and let him eat its choicest fruits. | 16"Awake, O north wind, And come, wind of the south; Make my garden breathe out fragrance, Let its spices be wafted abroad. May my beloved come into his garden And eat its choice fruits!" |
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