| King James Bible | International Standard Version |
| 1Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee. | 1Where did your beloved go, most beautiful of women? Where did your beloved turn, so we may look for him with you? |
| 2My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather 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 beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies. | 3I belong to my beloved, and my beloved belongs to me. He is the one who grazes his flock among the lilies. |
| 4Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. | 4You are beautiful, my darling, like Tirzah, lovely like Jerusalem, as awesome as an army with banners. |
| 5Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead. | 5Turn your eyes from me, for they excite me. Your hair is like a flock of goats coming down from Mt. Gilead. |
| 6Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them. | 6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes coming up from being washed. All of them are twins, not one has lost her young. |
| 7As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks. | 7Your temple behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate. |
| 8There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number. | 8There are sixty queens and eighty mistresses, and too many young women to count, |
| 9My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. | 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. |
| 10Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners? | 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 into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded. | 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. |
| 12Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib. | 12Before I knew it, I imagined myself among the chariots of my noble people. |
| 13Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies. | 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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