| New King James Version | Holman Christian Standard Bible |
| 1Where has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned aside, That we may seek 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 to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed his flock in the gardens, And to gather lilies. | 2My love has gone down to his garden, to beds of spice, to feed in the gardens and gather lilies. |
| 3I am my beloved’s, And my beloved is mine. He feeds his flock among the lilies. | 3I am my love's and my love is mine; he feeds among the lilies. M |
| 4O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem, 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 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 captivate 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 ewes coming up from washing, each one having a twin, and not one missing. |
| 7Like a piece of pomegranate Are your temples behind your veil. | 7Behind your veil, your brow is like a slice of pomegranate. |
| 8There are sixty queens And eighty concubines, And virgins without number. | 8There are 60 queens and 80 concubines and young women 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 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 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 beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring as an army with banners? W |
| 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 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 was even aware, My soul had made me As the chariots of my noble people. | 12Before I knew it, my desire put me among the chariots of my noble people. Y |
| 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, 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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