| Berean Study Bible | New International Version |
| 1Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you. | 1Where has your beloved gone, most beautiful of women? Which way did your beloved turn, that we may look for him with you? |
| 2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies. | 2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies. |
| 3I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies. | 3I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine; he browses among the lilies. |
| 4You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners. | 4You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners. |
| 5Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead. | 5Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead. |
| 6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost. | 6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is missing. |
| 7Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate. | 7Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate. |
| 8There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number, | 8Sixty queens there may be, and eighty concubines, and virgins beyond number; |
| 9but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises. | 9but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the only daughter of her mother, the favorite of the one who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines praised her. |
| 10Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession? | 10Who is this that appears like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, majestic as the stars in procession? |
| 11I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom. | 11I went down to the grove of nut trees to look at the new growth in the valley, to see if the vines had budded or the pomegranates were in bloom. |
| 12Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people. | 12Before I realized it, my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people. |
| 13Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim? | 13Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, that we may gaze on you! He Why would you gaze on the Shulammite as on the dance of Mahanaim? |
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