Parallel Bible results for "song of songs 6"

Song of Songs 6

Holman Christian Standard Bible CSB

1 Where has your love gone, most beautiful of women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.

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 60 queens and 80 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 thiswho 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 Before I knew it, my desire put me [among] the chariots of my noble people.

13 Come back, come back, Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may look at you! Why are you looking at the Shulammite, as you [look] at the dance of the two camps?

New International Version NIV

1 Where has your beloved gone, most beautiful of women? Which way did your beloved turn, that we may look for him with you?

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.

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?