| King James Bible | Berean Study Bible |
| 1Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee. | 1Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you. |
| 2My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. | 2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies. |
| 3I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies. | 3I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies. |
| 4Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. | 4You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners. |
| 5Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead. | 5Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead. |
| 6Thy 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. | 6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost. |
| 7As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks. | 7Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate. |
| 8There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number. | 8There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number, |
| 9My 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. | 9but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises. |
| 10Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners? | 10Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession? |
| 11I 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. | 11I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom. |
| 12Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib. | 12Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people. |
| 13Return, 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. | 13Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim? |
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