Song of Solomon 6 NKJV ISV Parallel

◄ Song of Solomon 6 ►

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1Where has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned aside, That we may seek him with you?

1Where did your beloved go, most beautiful of women? Where did your beloved turn, so we may look for 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 graze his flock in the gardens and 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 my beloved belongs to me. He is the one who grazes 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 beautiful, my darling, like Tirzah, lovely like Jerusalem, as awesome 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 from me, for they excite me. Your hair is like a flock of goats coming down from Mt. 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 being washed. All of them are twins, not one has lost her young.

7Like a piece of pomegranate Are your temples behind your veil.

7Your temple 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 mistresses, and too many young women to count,

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. 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.

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 appears like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awesome as an army with banners?

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 orchard, to look at the green sprouts in the valley, to see whether the vine had budded, whether the pomegranates had blossomed.

12Before I was even aware, My soul had made me As the chariots of my noble people.

12Before I knew it, I imagined myself among the chariots of my noble 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?

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?

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