| New Living Translation | International Standard Version |
| 1Where has your lover gone, O woman of rare beauty? Which way did he turn so we can help you find him? Young Woman | 1Where did your beloved go, most beautiful of women? Where did your beloved turn, so we may look for him with you? |
| 2My lover has gone down to his garden, to his spice beds, to browse in the gardens and gather the 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 lover’s, and my lover is mine. He browses among the lilies. Young Man | 3I belong to my beloved, and my beloved belongs to me. He is the one who grazes his flock among the lilies. |
| 4You are beautiful, my darling, like the lovely city of Tirzah. Yes, as beautiful as Jerusalem, as majestic as an army with billowing banners. | 4You are beautiful, my darling, like Tirzah, lovely like Jerusalem, as awesome as an army with banners. |
| 5Turn your eyes away, for they overpower me. Your hair falls in waves, like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of 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 as white as sheep that are freshly washed. Your smile is flawless, each tooth matched with its twin. | 6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes coming up from being washed. All of them are twins, not one has lost her young. |
| 7Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates behind your veil. | 7Your temple behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate. |
| 8Even among sixty queens and eighty concubines and countless young women, | 8There are sixty queens and eighty mistresses, and too many young women to count, |
| 9I would still choose my dove, my perfect one— the favorite of her mother, dearly loved by the one who bore her. The young women see her and praise her; even queens and royal concubines sing her praises: | 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. |
| 10“Who is this, arising like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as an army with billowing banners?” Young Woman | 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 grove of walnut trees and out to the valley to see the new spring growth, to see whether the grapevines had budded or the pomegranates were in bloom. | 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 realized it, my strong desires had taken me to the chariot of a noble man. Young Women of Jerusalem | 12Before I knew it, I imagined myself among the chariots of my noble people. |
| 13 Return, return to us, O maid of Shulam. Come back, come back, that we may see you again. Young Man Why do you stare at this young woman of Shulam, as she moves so gracefully between two lines of dancers? | 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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