| New King James Version | NET 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? Where has your beloved turned? Tell us, 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. | 2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the flowerbeds of balsam spices, to graze 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 am my lover's and my lover is mine; he grazes among the lilies. |
| 4O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem, Awesome as an army with banners! | 4My darling, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as awe-inspiring as bannered armies! |
| 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--they overwhelm me! Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Mount 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; not one of them is missing. |
| 7Like a piece of pomegranate Are your temples behind your veil. | 7Like a slice of pomegranate is your forehead behind your veil. |
| 8There are sixty queens And eighty concubines, And virgins without number. | 8There may be sixty queens, and eighty 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 she is unique! My dove, my perfect one! She is the special daughter of her mother, she is the favorite of the one who bore her. The maidens saw her and complimented her; the queens and concubines praised her: |
| 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 who appears like the dawn? Beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring 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 orchard of walnut trees, to look for the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines had budded or if the pomegranates were in bloom. |
| 12Before I was even aware, My soul had made me As the chariots of my noble people. | 12I was beside myself with joy! There please give me your myrrh, O daughter of my princely 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? | 13Turn, turn, O Perfect One! Turn, turn, that I may stare at you! The Beloved to Her Lover: Why do you gaze upon the Perfect One like the dance of the Mahanaim? |
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