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Song of Solomon 6:2-12
New American Standard Bible
Chapter 6
2
'My beloved has gone down to his garden,
To the beds of balsam,
To pasture
his flock
in the gardens
And gather lilies.
3
I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine,
He who pastures
his flock
among the lilies.'
4
'You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling,
As lovely as Jerusalem,
As awesome as an army with banners.
5
Turn your eyes away from me,
For they have confused me;
Your hair is like a flock of goats
That have descended from Gilead.
6
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
That have come up from
their
watering place,
All of which bear twins,
And not one among them has lost her young.
7
Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate
Behind your veil.
8
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,
And young women without number;
9
But
my dove, my perfect one, is unique:
She is her mother’s only
daughter;
She is the pure
child
of the one who gave birth to her.
The young women saw her and called her blessed,
The queens and the concubines
also,
and they praised her,
saying,
10
‘Who is this who looks down like the dawn,
As beautiful as the full moon,
As pure as the sun,
As awesome as an army with banners?’
11
I went down to the orchard of nut trees
To see the plants of the valley,
To see whether the vine had grown
Or
the pomegranates had bloomed.
12
Before I was aware, my soul set me
Over
the chariots of my noble people.'
King James Version
Chapter 6
2
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
4
Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
5
Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
6
Thy 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.
7
As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
8
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
9
My 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.
10
Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
11
I 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.
12
Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
Christian Standard Bible
Chapter 6
2
My love has gone down to his garden,
to beds of spice,
to feed in the gardens
and gather lilies.
3
I am my love’s and my love is mine;
he feeds among the lilies.
4
You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling,
lovely as Jerusalem,
awe-inspiring as an army with banners.
5
Turn your eyes away from me,
for they captivate me.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
streaming down from Gilead.
6
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
coming up from washing,
each one having a twin,
and not one missing.
7
Behind your veil,
your brow is like a slice of pomegranate.
8
There are sixty queens
and eighty concubines
and young women without number.
9
But my dove, my virtuous one, is unique;
she is the favorite of her mother,
perfect to the one who gave her birth.
Women see her and declare her fortunate;
queens and concubines also, and they sing her praises:
10
Who is this who shines like the dawn,
as beautiful as the moon,
bright as the sun,
awe-inspiring as an army with banners?
11
I came down to the walnut grove
to see the blossoms of the valley,
to see if the vines were budding
and the pomegranates blooming.
12
I didn’t know what was happening to me.
I felt like I was
in a chariot with a nobleman.
New Living Translation
Chapter 6
2
My lover has gone down to his garden,
to his spice beds,
to browse in the gardens
and gather the lilies.
3
I am my lover’s, and my lover is mine.
He browses among the lilies.
4
You are beautiful, my darling,
like the lovely city of Tirzah.
Yes, as beautiful as Jerusalem,
as majestic as an army with billowing banners.
5
Turn your eyes away,
for they overpower me.
Your hair falls in waves,
like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead.
6
Your teeth are as white as sheep
that are freshly washed.
Your smile is flawless,
each tooth matched with its twin.
7
Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates
behind your veil.
8
Even among sixty queens
and eighty concubines
and countless young women,
9
I would still choose my dove, my perfect one —
the favorite of her mother,
dearly loved by the one who bore her.
The young women see her and praise her;
even queens and royal concubines sing her praises:
10
'Who is this, arising like the dawn,
as fair as the moon,
as bright as the sun,
as majestic as an army with billowing banners?'
11
I went down to the grove of walnut trees
and out to the valley to see the new spring growth,
to see whether the grapevines had budded
or the pomegranates were in bloom.
12
Before I realized it,
my strong desires had taken me to the chariot of a noble man.
English Standard Version
Chapter 6
2
My beloved has gone down to his garden
to the beds of spices,
to graze in the gardens
and to gather lilies.
3
I am my beloved 's and my beloved is mine;
he grazes among the lilies.
4
You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love,
lovely as Jerusalem,
awesome as an army with banners.
5
Turn away your eyes from me,
for they overwhelm me —
Your hair is like a flock of goats
leaping down the slopes of Gilead.
6
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
that have come up from the washing;
all of them bear twins;
not one among them has lost its young.
7
Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
behind your veil.
8
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,
and virgins without number.
9
My dove, my perfect one, is the only one,
the only one of her mother,
pure to her who bore her.
The young women saw her and called her blessed;
the queens and concubines also, and they praised her.
10
"Who is this who looks down like the dawn,
beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun,
awesome as an army with banners?"
11
I went down to the nut orchard
to look at the blossoms of the valley,
to see whether the vines had budded,
whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
12
Before I was aware, my desire set me
among the chariots of my kinsman, a prince.
New International Version
Chapter 6
2
My beloved has gone down to his garden,
to the beds of spices,
to browse in the gardens
and to gather lilies.
3
I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine;
he browses among the lilies.
4
You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling,
as lovely as Jerusalem,
as majestic as troops with banners.
5
Turn your eyes from me;
they overwhelm me.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
descending from Gilead.
6
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
coming up from the washing.
Each has its twin,
not one of them is missing.
7
Your temples behind your veil
are like the halves of a pomegranate.
8
Sixty queens there may be,
and eighty concubines,
and virgins beyond number;
9
but 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.
10
Who is this that appears like the dawn,
fair as the moon, bright as the sun,
majestic as the stars in procession?
11
I 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.
12
Before I realized it,
my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people.
New King James Version
Chapter 6
2
My beloved has gone to his garden,
To the beds of spices,
To feed
his flock
in the gardens,
And to gather lilies.
3
I
am
my beloved’s,
And my beloved
is
mine.
He feeds
his flock
among the lilies.
4
O my love, you
are as
beautiful as Tirzah,
Lovely as Jerusalem,
Awesome as
an army
with banners!
5
Turn your eyes away from me,
For they have overcome me.
Your hair
is
like a flock of goats
Going down from Gilead.
6
Your teeth
are
like a flock of sheep
Which have come up from the washing;
Every one bears twins,
And none
is
barren among them.
7
Like a piece of pomegranate
Are
your temples behind your veil.
8
There are sixty queens
And eighty concubines,
And virgins without number.
9
My dove, my perfect one,
Is the only one,
The only one of her mother,
The favorite of the one who bore her.
The daughters saw her
And called her blessed,
The queens and the concubines,
And they praised her.
10
Who is she who looks forth as the morning,
Fair as the moon,
Clear as the sun,
Awesome as
an army
with banners?
11
I went down to the garden of nuts
To see the verdure of the valley,
To see whether the vine had budded
And
the pomegranates had bloomed.
12
Before I was even aware,
My soul had made me
As
the chariots of my noble people.
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