Song of Solomon 6 ISV NIV Parallel

◄ Song of Solomon 6 ►

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1Where did your beloved go, most beautiful of women? Where did your beloved turn, so we may look for 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 graze his flock in the gardens and 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 my beloved belongs to me. He is the one who grazes his flock among the lilies.

3I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine; he browses among the lilies.

4You are beautiful, my darling, like Tirzah, lovely like Jerusalem, as awesome as an army with banners.

4You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.

5Turn your eyes from me, for they excite me. Your hair is like a flock of goats coming down from Mt. 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 ewes coming up from being washed. All of them are twins, not one has lost her young.

6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is missing.

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

8Sixty queens there may be, and eighty concubines, and virgins beyond number;

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.

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

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

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 knew it, I imagined myself among the chariots of my noble people.

12Before I realized it, my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people.

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?

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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