Jubilee Bible 2000 JUB
New International Version NIV
1 Behold, thou <em>art</em> fair, my love; behold, thou <em>art</em> fair; thou <em>hast</em> doves’ eyes within thy locks; thy hair <em>is</em> as a flock of goats that appear from Mount Gilead.
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How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes behind your veil are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from the hills of Gilead.
2 Thy teeth <em>are</em> like a flock <em>of sheep that are even</em> shorn, which came up from the washing; of which every one bear twins, and none <em>is</em> barren among them.
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Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn, coming up from the washing. Each has its twin; not one of them is alone.
3 Thy lips <em>are</em> like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech <em>is</em> lovely; thy temples <em>are</em> like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
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Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon; your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.
4 Thy neck <em>is</em> like the tower of David built for teaching, upon which there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
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Your neck is like the tower of David, built with courses of stone ; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors.
5 Thy two breasts <em>are</em> like two young roes that are twins, which are fed among the lilies.
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Your breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle that browse among the lilies.
6 Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, <em>I</em> will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
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Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of incense.
7 Thou <em>art</em> all fair, my love; <em>there is</em> no spot in thee.
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You are altogether beautiful, my darling; there is no flaw in you.
8 With me from Lebanon, <em>my</em> spouse, thou shalt come with me from Lebanon; thou shalt look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
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Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Descend from the crest of Amana, from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon, from the lions’ dens and the mountain haunts of leopards.
9 Thou hast taken hold of my heart, my sister, <em>my</em> spouse; thou hast imprisoned my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
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You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.
10 How fair is thy love, my sister, <em>my</em> spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
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How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much more pleasing is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume more than any spice!
11 Thy lips, O <em>my</em> spouse, drip <em>as</em> the honeycomb; honey and milk <em>are</em> under thy tongue, and the smell of thy garments <em>is</em> like the smell of Lebanon.
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Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride; milk and honey are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 A closed garden <em>is</em> my sister, <em>my</em> spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
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You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride; you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.
13 Thy <em>newly budded</em> plants <em>are</em> a paradise of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, {Heb. ransom}, with spikenard,
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Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruits, with henna and nard,
14 spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
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nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree, with myrrh and aloes and all the finest spices.
15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, that flow from Lebanon.
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You are a garden fountain, a well of flowing water streaming down from Lebanon.
16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden <em>that</em> the aroma <em>of its spices</em> may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his sweet fruits.
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Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread everywhere. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.
The Jubilee Bible (from the Scriptures of the Reformation), edited by Russell M. Stendal, Copyright © 2000, 2001, 2010
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