| New King James Version | Berean Study Bible |
| 1Behold, you are fair, my love! Behold, you are fair! You have dove’s eyes behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, Going down from Mount Gilead. | 1How beautiful you are, my darling—how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead. |
| 2Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep Which have come up from the washing, Every one of which bears twins, And none is barren among them. | 2Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost. |
| 3Your lips are like a strand of scarlet, And your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil Are like a piece of pomegranate. | 3Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your mouth is lovely. Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate. |
| 4Your neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armory, On which hang a thousand bucklers, All shields of mighty men. | 4Your neck is like the tower of David, built with rows of stones; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors. |
| 5Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies. | 5Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies. |
| 6Until the day breaks And the shadows flee away, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense. | 6Before the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense. |
| 7You are all fair, my love, And there is no spot in you. | 7You are altogether beautiful, my darling; in you there is no flaw. |
| 8Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, With me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions’ dens, From the mountains of the leopards. | 8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon! Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summits of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards. |
| 9You have ravished my heart, My sister, my spouse; You have ravished my heart With one look of your eyes, With one link of your necklace. | 9You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your neck. |
| 10How fair is your love, My sister, my spouse! How much better than wine is your love, And the scent of your perfumes Than all spices! | 10How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices. |
| 11Your lips, O my spouse, Drip as the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under your tongue; And the fragrance of your garments Is like the fragrance of Lebanon. | 11Your lips, my bride, drip sweetness like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon. |
| 12A garden enclosed Is my sister, my spouse, A spring shut up, A fountain sealed. | 12My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up, a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed. |
| 13Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates With pleasant fruits, Fragrant henna with spikenard, | 13Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with the choicest of fruits, with henna and nard, |
| 14Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, With all the chief spices— | 14with nard and saffron, with calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of frankincense tree, with myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices. |
| 15A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And streams from Lebanon. | 15You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon. |
| 16Awake, O north wind, And come, O south! Blow upon my garden, That its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come to his garden And eat its pleasant fruits. | 16Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind. Breathe on my garden and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choicest fruits. |
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