My love has gone down to his garden
Where has your love gone, most beautiful of women? Which way has your love turned, so we can look for him with you? My love has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to graze in the gardens and gather lilies. I am my love's and my love is mine. He grazes among the lilies.
Where's your love gone, most beautiful of women? Where has your love turned aside, so we can look for him with you? My love has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens and to gather lilies. I'm my love's, and my love is mine. He feeds among the lilies.
Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee. My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
Where has your love gone, most beautiful of women? Which way has your love turned, so we can look for him with you?
Where's your love gone, most beautiful of women? Where has your love turned aside, so we can look for him with you?
Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
My love has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to graze in the gardens and gather lilies.
My love has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
I am my love's and my love is mine. He grazes among the lilies.
I'm my love's, and my love is mine. He feeds among the lilies.
I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
My dove is only one
You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, and as awesome as an army with banners. Turn your eyes away from me — they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats coming down from Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing, each one with its twin, and not one of them missing. Your temples behind your veil are like a slice of pomegranate. There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and virgins beyond counting. But my dove, my undefiled, is the only one — the only one of her mother, the choice one of the one who bore her. The daughters saw her and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines praised her. Who is this looking out like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, and as awesome as an army with banners? I went down to the nut orchard to look at the new growth in the valley, to see if the vines had budded and the pomegranates were in flower. Before I knew it, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib. Return, return, Shulamite. Return, return, so we may look upon you. What will you see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.
You're beautiful, my love, like Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, terrifying as an army with banners. Turn your eyes away from me, because they've overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats coming down from Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing — every one bearing twins, and none of them barren. Your temples are like a piece of pomegranate behind your veil. There are sixty queens and eighty other women, and young women past counting. But my dove, my clean one, is only one. She's the only one of her mother, the choice one of the one who bore her. The daughters saw her and blessed her. Yes, the queens and the other women, and they praised her. Who's this who looks out like the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, terrifying as an army with banners? I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, to see whether the vine was in bud and the pomegranates were in flower. Before I knew it, my soul made me like the chariots of my noble people. Come back, come back, Shulammite. Come back, come back, so we can look at you. What will you see in the Shulammite? Like the dance of two camps.
Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead. Thy 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. As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks. There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number. My 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. Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners? I 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. Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib. Return, 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.
You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, and as awesome as an army with banners.
You're beautiful, my love, like Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, terrifying as an army with banners.
Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
Turn your eyes away from me — they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats coming down from Gilead.
Turn your eyes away from me, because they've overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats coming down from Gilead.
Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing, each one with its twin, and not one of them missing.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing — every one bearing twins, and none of them barren.
Thy 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.
Your temples behind your veil are like a slice of pomegranate.
Your temples are like a piece of pomegranate behind your veil.
As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and virgins beyond counting.
There are sixty queens and eighty other women, and young women past counting.
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
But my dove, my undefiled, is the only one — the only one of her mother, the choice one of the one who bore her. The daughters saw her and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines praised her.
But my dove, my clean one, is only one. She's the only one of her mother, the choice one of the one who bore her. The daughters saw her and blessed her. Yes, the queens and the other women, and they praised her.
My 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.
Who is this looking out like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, and as awesome as an army with banners?
Who's this who looks out like the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, terrifying as an army with banners?
Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
I went down to the nut orchard to look at the new growth in the valley, to see if the vines had budded and the pomegranates were in flower.
I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, to see whether the vine was in bud and the pomegranates were in flower.
I 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.
Before I knew it, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
Before I knew it, my soul made me like the chariots of my noble people.
Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
Return, return, Shulamite. Return, return, so we may look upon you. What will you see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.
Come back, come back, Shulammite. Come back, come back, so we can look at you. What will you see in the Shulammite? Like the dance of two camps.
Return, 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.