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Song of Solomon 5:7-13
New American Standard Bible
Chapter 5
7
The watchmen who make the rounds in the city found me,
They struck me
and
wounded me;
The guards of the walls took my shawl away from me.
8
Swear to me, you daughters of Jerusalem,
If you find my beloved,
As to what you will tell him:
For I am lovesick.'
9
'What kind of beloved is your beloved,
O most beautiful among women?
What kind of beloved is your beloved,
That you make us swear in this way?'
10
'My beloved is dazzling and reddish,
Outstanding among ten thousand.
11
His head is
like
gold, pure gold;
His locks are
like
clusters of dates
And
black as a raven.
12
His eyes are like doves
Beside streams of water,
Bathed in milk,
And
perched in
their
setting.
13
His cheeks are like a bed of balsam,
Banks of herbal spices;
His lips are lilies
Dripping with drops of myrrh.
King James Version
Chapter 5
7
The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
9
What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
10
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
11
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
12
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
13
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
Christian Standard Bible
Chapter 5
7
The guards who go about the city found me.
They beat and wounded me;
they took my cloak from me—
the guardians of the walls.
8
Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you,
if you find my love,
tell him that I am lovesick.
9
What makes the one you love better than another,
most beautiful of women?
What makes him better than another,
that you would give us this charge?
10
My love is fit and strong,
notable among ten thousand.
11
His head is purest gold.
His hair is wavy
and black as a raven.
12
His eyes are like doves
beside flowing streams,
washed in milk
and set like jewels.
13
His cheeks are like beds of spice,
mounds of perfume.
His lips are lilies,
dripping with flowing myrrh.
New Living Translation
Chapter 5
7
The night watchmen found me
as they made their rounds.
They beat and bruised me
and stripped off my veil,
those watchmen on the walls.
8
Make this promise, O women of Jerusalem —
If you find my lover,
tell him I am weak with love.
9
Why is your lover better than all others,
O woman of rare beauty?
What makes your lover so special
that we must promise this?
10
My lover is dark and dazzling,
better than ten thousand others!
11
His head is finest gold,
his wavy hair is black as a raven.
12
His eyes sparkle like doves
beside springs of water;
they are set like jewels
washed in milk.
13
His cheeks are like gardens of spices
giving off fragrance.
His lips are like lilies,
perfumed with myrrh.
English Standard Version
Chapter 5
7
The watchmen found me
as they went about in the city;
they beat me, they bruised me,
they took away my veil,
those watchmen of the walls.
8
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
if you find my beloved,
that you tell him
I am sick with love.
9
What is your beloved more than another beloved,
O most beautiful among women?
What is your beloved more than another beloved,
that you thus adjure us?
10
My beloved is radiant and ruddy,
distinguished among ten thousand.
11
His head is the finest gold;
his locks are wavy,
black as a raven.
12
His eyes are like doves
beside streams of water,
bathed in milk,
sitting beside a full pool.
13
His cheeks are like beds of spices,
mounds of sweet-smelling herbs.
His lips are lilies,
dripping liquid myrrh.
New International Version
Chapter 5
7
The watchmen found me
as they made their rounds in the city.
They beat me, they bruised me;
they took away my cloak,
those watchmen of the walls!
8
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you—
if you find my beloved,
what will you tell him?
Tell him I am faint with love.
9
How is your beloved better than others,
most beautiful of women?
How is your beloved better than others,
that you so charge us?
10
My beloved is radiant and ruddy,
outstanding among ten thousand.
11
His head is purest gold;
his hair is wavy
and black as a raven.
12
His eyes are like doves
by the water streams,
washed in milk,
mounted like jewels.
13
His cheeks are like beds of spice
yielding perfume.
His lips are like lilies
dripping with myrrh.
New King James Version
Chapter 5
7
The watchmen who went about the city found me.
They struck me, they wounded me;
The keepers of the walls
Took my veil away from me.
8
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
If you find my beloved,
That you tell him I
am
lovesick!
9
What
is
your beloved
More than
another
beloved,
O fairest among women?
What
is
your beloved
More than
another
beloved,
That you so charge us?
10
My beloved
is
white and ruddy,
Chief among ten thousand.
11
His head
is like
the finest gold;
His locks
are
wavy,
And
black as a raven.
12
His eyes
are
like doves
By the rivers of waters,
Washed with milk,
And
fitly set.
13
His cheeks
are
like a bed of spices,
Banks of scented herbs.
His lips
are
lilies,
Dripping liquid myrrh.
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