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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? Where has your beloved turned? Tell us, that we may 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 flowerbeds of balsam spices, to graze 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 am my lover's and my lover is mine; he grazes among the lilies. |
| 4You are beautiful, my darling, like Tirzah, lovely like Jerusalem, as awesome as an army with banners. | 4My darling, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as awe-inspiring as bannered armies! |
| 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--they overwhelm me! Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Mount 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; not one of them is missing. |
| 7Your temple behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate. | 7Like a slice of pomegranate is your forehead behind your veil. |
| 8There are sixty queens and eighty mistresses, and too many young women to count, | 8There may be sixty queens, and eighty 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 she is unique! My dove, my perfect one! She is the special daughter of her mother, she is the favorite of the one who bore her. The maidens saw her and complimented her; the queens and concubines praised her: |
| 10Who is this who appears like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awesome as an army with banners? | 10"Who is this who appears like the dawn? Beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring 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 orchard of walnut trees, to look for the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines had budded or if the pomegranates were in bloom. |
| 12Before I knew it, I imagined myself among the chariots of my noble people. | 12I was beside myself with joy! There please give me your myrrh, O daughter of my princely 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? | 13Turn, turn, O Perfect One! Turn, turn, that I may stare at you! The Beloved to Her Lover: Why do you gaze upon the Perfect One like the dance of the Mahanaim? |
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