| New King James Version | Berean Study Bible |
| 1Where has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned aside, That we may seek 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 to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed his flock in the gardens, And to 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 am my beloved’s, And my beloved is mine. He feeds his flock among the lilies. | 3I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies. |
| 4O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem, 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 away from me, For they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats Going down from 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 sheep Which have come up from the washing; Every one bears twins, And none is barren among them. | 6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost. |
| 7Like a piece of pomegranate Are your temples behind your veil. | 7Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate. |
| 8There are sixty queens And eighty concubines, And virgins without number. | 8There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number, |
| 9My dove, my perfect one, Is the only one, The only one of her mother, The favorite of the one who bore her. The daughters saw her And called her blessed, The queens and the concubines, And they praised 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 she who looks forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear 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 garden of nuts To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine had budded And the pomegranates had bloomed. | 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 was even aware, My soul had made me As the chariots of my noble people. | 12Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people. |
| 13Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon you! What would you see in the Shulamite— As it were, 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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