| Berean Study Bible | Holman Christian Standard Bible |
| 1How beautiful you are, my darling—how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead. | 1M How beautiful you are, my darling. How very beautiful! Behind your veil, your eyes are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead. |
| 2Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost. | 2Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep coming up from washing, each one having a twin, and not one missing. |
| 3Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your mouth is lovely. Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate. | 3Your lips are like a scarlet cord, and your mouth is lovely. Behind your veil, your brow is like a slice of pomegranate. |
| 4Your neck is like the tower of David, built with rows of stones; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors. | 4Your neck is like the tower of David, constructed in layers. A thousand bucklers are hung on it-- all of them shields of warriors. |
| 5Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies. | 5Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies. |
| 6Before the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense. | 6Before the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense. |
| 7You are altogether beautiful, my darling; in you there is no flaw. | 7You are absolutely beautiful, my darling, with no imperfection in you. |
| 8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon! Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summits of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards. | 8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride-- with me from Lebanon! Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summit of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards. |
| 9You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your neck. | 9You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride. You have captured my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace. |
| 10How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices. | 10How delightful your love is, my sister, my bride. Your love is much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any balsam. |
| 11Your lips, my bride, drip sweetness like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon. | 11Your lips drip sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. |
| 12My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up, a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed. | 12My sister, my bride, you are a locked garden-- a locked garden and a sealed spring. |
| 13Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with the choicest of fruits, with henna and nard, | 13Your branches are a paradise of pomegranates with choicest fruits, henna with nard-- |
| 14with nard and saffron, with calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of frankincense tree, with myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices. | 14nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices. |
| 15You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon. | 15You are a garden spring, a well of flowing water streaming from Lebanon. W |
| 16Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind. Breathe on my garden and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choicest fruits. | 16Awaken, north wind-- come, south wind. Blow on my garden, and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my love come to his garden and eat its choicest fruits. |
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