| New King James Version | New American Standard Bible 1995 |
| 1Where has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned aside, That we may seek him with you? | 1"Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, That we may 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. | 2"My beloved has gone down to his garden, To the beds of balsam, To pasture 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. | 3"I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine, He who pastures his flock among the lilies." |
| 4O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem, Awesome as an army with banners! | 4"You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, As lovely as 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. | 5"Turn your eyes away from me, For they have confused me; Your hair is like a flock of goats That have descended 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. | 6"Your teeth are like a flock of ewes Which have come up from their washing, All of which bear twins, And not one among them has lost her young. |
| 7Like a piece of pomegranate Are your temples behind your veil. | 7"Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate Behind your veil. |
| 8There are sixty queens And eighty concubines, And virgins without number. | 8"There 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: She is her mother's only daughter; She is the pure child of the one who bore her. The maidens saw her and called her blessed, The queens and the concubines also, and they praised her, saying, |
| 10Who is she who looks forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Awesome as an army with banners? | 10'Who is this that grows like the dawn, As beautiful as the full moon, As pure as the sun, As 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. | 11"I went down to the orchard of nut trees To see the blossoms of the valley, To see whether the vine had budded Or the pomegranates had bloomed. |
| 12Before I was even aware, My soul had made me As the chariots of my noble people. | 12"Before I was aware, my soul set me Over 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"Come back, come back, O Shulammite; Come back, come back, that we may gaze at you!" "Why should you gaze at the Shulammite, As at the dance of the two companies? |
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