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Song of Solomon 6

New Living Translation NLT

1 Where has your lover gone, O woman of rare beauty? Which way did he turn so we can help you find him?

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.

13 Return, return to us, O maid of Shulam. Come back, come back, that we may see you again. Young Man Why do you stare at this young woman of Shulam, as she moves so gracefully between two lines of dancers?

Common English Bible CEB

1 [Daughters of Jerusalem]Which way did your lover go, you who are the most beautiful of women? Which way did your lover turn, that we may look for him along with you?

2 [Woman]My lover has gone down to his garden, to the fragrant plantings, to graze in the gardens, to gather the lilies.

3 I belong to my lover and my lover belongs to me— the one grazing among the lilies.

4 [Man]You are as beautiful, my dearest, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, formidable as those lofty sights.

5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me! Your hair is like a flock of goats as they stream down from Gilead.

6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes as they come up from the washing pool— all of them perfectly matched, not one of them lacks its twin.

7 Like a slice of pomegranate is the curve of your face behind the veil of your hair.

8 There may be sixty queens and eighty secondary wives, young women beyond counting,

9 but my dove, my perfect one, is one of a kind. To her mother she's the only one, radiant to the one who bore her. Young women see her and declare her fortunate; queens and secondary wives praise her.

10 Who is this, gazing down like the morning star, beautiful as the full moon, radiant as the sun, formidable as those lofty sights?

11 [Man]To the nut grove I went down to look upon the fresh growth in the valley, to see whether the vine was in flower, whether the pomegranates had bloomed.

12 I hardly knew myself; she had set me in an official's chariot!

13 [Man] Come back, come back, Shulammite! Come back, come back, so we may admire you. How you all admire the Shulammite as she whirls between two circles of dancers!