| New Living Translation | Berean Study Bible |
| 1You are beautiful, my darling, beautiful beyond words. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair falls in waves, like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of 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 as white as sheep, recently shorn and freshly washed. Your smile is flawless, each tooth matched with its twin. | 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 scarlet ribbon; your mouth is inviting. Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates behind your veil. | 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 as beautiful as the tower of David, jeweled with the shields of a thousand heroes. | 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 breasts are like two fawns, twin fawns of a gazelle grazing among the lilies. | 5Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies. |
| 6Before the dawn breezes blow and the night shadows flee, I will hurry 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 altogether beautiful, my darling, beautiful in every way. | 7You are altogether beautiful, my darling; in you there is no flaw. |
| 8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Come down from Mount Amana, from the peaks of Senir and Hermon, where the lions have their dens and leopards live among the hills. | 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 captured my heart, my treasure, my bride. You hold it hostage with one glance of your eyes, with a single jewel 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. |
| 10Your love delights me, my treasure, my bride. Your love is better than wine, your perfume more fragrant than 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 are as sweet as nectar, my bride. Honey and milk are under your tongue. Your clothes are scented like the cedars 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. |
| 12You are my private garden, my treasure, my bride, a secluded spring, a hidden fountain. | 12My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up, a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed. |
| 13Your thighs shelter a paradise of pomegranates with rare spices— henna with nard, | 13Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with the choicest of fruits, with henna and nard, |
| 14nard and saffron, fragrant calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh, and aloes, and every other lovely spice. | 14with nard and saffron, with calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of frankincense tree, with myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices. |
| 15You are a garden fountain, a well of fresh water streaming down from Lebanon’s mountains. Young Woman | 15You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon. |
| 16Awake, north wind! Rise up, south wind! Blow on my garden and spread its fragrance all around. Come into your garden, my love; taste its finest 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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