Song.6.1
Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
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So where has this love of yours gone, fair one? Where on earth can he be? Can we help you look for him?
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Where has your lover gone, most beautiful of women? Which way did your lover turn, that we may look for him with you?
Song.6.1
Where has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned aside, That we may seek him with you?
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O rarest of beautiful women, where has your lover gone? We will help you find him.
Song.6.2
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
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Never mind. My lover is already on his way to his garden, to browse among the flowers, touching the colors and forms.
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My lover has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies.
Song.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.
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He has gone down to his garden, to his spice beds, to graze and to gather the lilies.
Song.6.3
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
Song.6.3
I am my lover's and my lover is mine. He caresses the sweet-smelling flowers.
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I am my lover's and my lover is mine; he browses among the lilies.
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I am my beloved's, And my beloved is mine. He feeds his flock among the lilies.
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I am my lovers, and my lover is mine. He grazes among the lilies!
Song.6.4
Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
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Dear, dear friend and lover, you're as beautiful as Tirzah, city of delights, Lovely as Jerusalem, city of dreams, the ravishing visions of my ecstasy.
Song.6.4
You are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, majestic as troops with banners.
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O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem, Awesome as an army with banners!
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O my beloved, you are as beautiful as the lovely town of Tirzah. Yes, as beautiful as Jerusalem! You are as majestic as an army with banners!
Song.6.5
Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
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Your beauty is too much for me--I'm in over my head. I'm not used to this! I can't take it in. Your hair flows and shimmers like a flock of goats in the distance streaming down a hillside in the sunshine.
Song.6.5
Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
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Turn your eyes away from me, For they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats Going down from Gilead.
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Look away, for your eyes overcome me! Your hair falls in waves, like a flock of goats frisking down the slopes of Gilead.
Song.6.6
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.
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Your smile is generous and full--expressive and strong and clean.
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Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is alone.
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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.
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Your teeth are as white as newly washed sheep. They are perfectly matched; not one is missing.
Song.6.7
As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
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Your veiled cheeks are soft and radiant.
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Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.
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Like a piece of pomegranate Are your temples behind your veil.
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Your cheeks behind your veil are like pomegranate halves--lovely and delicious.
Song.6.8
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
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There's no one like her on earth, never has been, never will be.
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Sixty queens there may be, and eighty concubines, and virgins beyond number;
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There are sixty queens And eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
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There may be sixty wives, all queens, and eighty concubines and unnumbered virgins available to me.
Song.6.9
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.
Song.6.9
She's a woman beyond compare. My dove is perfection, Pure and innocent as the day she was born, and cradled in joy by her mother. Everyone who came by to see her exclaimed and admired her--All the fathers and mothers, the neighbors and friends, blessed and praised her:
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but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the only daughter of her mother, the favorite of the one who bore her. The maidens saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines praised her.
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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.
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But I would still choose my dove, my perfect one, the only beloved daughter of her mother! The young women are delighted when they see her; even queens and concubines sing her praises!
Song.6.10
Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
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"Has anyone ever seen anything like this--dawn-fresh, moon-lovely, sun-radiant, ravishing as the night sky with its galaxies of stars?"
Song.6.10
Who is this that appears like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, majestic as the stars in procession?
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Who is she who looks forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Awesome as an army with banners?
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`Who is this, they ask, `arising like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as an army with banners?
Song.6.11
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.
Song.6.11
One day I went strolling through the orchard, looking for signs of spring, Looking for buds about to burst into flower, anticipating readiness, ripeness.
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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.
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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.
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"I went down into the grove of nut trees and out to the valley to see the new growth brought on by spring. I wanted to see whether the grapevines were budding yet, or whether the pomegranates were blossoming.
Song.6.12
Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
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Before I knew it my heart was raptured, carried away by lofty thoughts!
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Before I realized it, my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people.
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Before I was even aware, My soul had made me As the chariots of my noble people.
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Before I realized it, I found myself in my princely bed with my beloved one. "
Song.6.13
Return, 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.
Song.6.13
Dance, dance, dear Shulammite, Angel-Princess! Dance, and we'll feast our eyes on your grace! Everyone wants to see the Shulammite dance her victory dances of love and peace.
Song.6.13
Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, that we may gaze on you! Why would you gaze on the Shulammite as on the dance of Mahanaim?
Song.6.13
Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon you! What would you see in the Shulamite-- As it were, the dance of the two camps?
Song.6.13
Return, return to us, O maid of Shulam. Come back, come back, that we may see you once again. Why do you gaze so intently at this young woman of Shulam, as she moves so gracefully between two lines of dancers?
