| New International Version | Berean Study Bible |
| 1How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes behind your veil are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from the hills of Gilead. | 1How beautiful you are, my darling—how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead. |
| 2Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn, coming up from the washing. Each has its twin; not one of them is alone. | 2Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost. |
| 3Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon; your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate. | 3Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your mouth is lovely. Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate. |
| 4Your neck is like the tower of David, built with courses of stone; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors. | 4Your neck is like the tower of David, built with rows of stones; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors. |
| 5Your breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle that browse among the lilies. | 5Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies. |
| 6Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of incense. | 6Before the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense. |
| 7You are altogether beautiful, my darling; there is no flaw in you. | 7You are altogether beautiful, my darling; in you there is no flaw. |
| 8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Descend from the crest of Amana, from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon, from the lions' dens and the mountain haunts of leopards. | 8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon! Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summits of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards. |
| 9You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace. | 9You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your neck. |
| 10How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much more pleasing is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume more than any spice! | 10How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices. |
| 11Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride; milk and honey are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. | 11Your lips, my bride, drip sweetness like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon. |
| 12You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride; you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain. | 12My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up, a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed. |
| 13Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruits, with henna and nard, | 13Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with the choicest of fruits, with henna and nard, |
| 14nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree, with myrrh and aloes and all the finest spices. | 14with nard and saffron, with calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of frankincense tree, with myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices. |
| 15You are a garden fountain, a well of flowing water streaming down from Lebanon. | 15You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon. |
| 16Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread everywhere. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice fruits. | 16Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind. Breathe on my garden and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choicest fruits. |
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