Song of Songs 6:13
Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon you. What will you see in the Shulamite? As it were the dance of two camps.
Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon you. What will you see in the Shulamite? As it were 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.
Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, As upon the dance of Mahanaim?
Turne againe, turne againe (O thou Sulamite) turne agayne, turne agayne, that we maye loke vpon the. What pleasure haue ye more in ye Sulamite, than when she daunseth amonge the men of warre?
Returne, returne, O Shulamite, returne: returne that we may behold thee. What shal you see in the Shulamite, but as the company of an armie?
Turne agayne turne agayne O thou perfect one, turne agayne turne agayne and we wyll loke vpon thee: What will ye see in the Sulamite? She is lyke men of warre singing in a companie.
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.
Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, As at the dance of Mahanaim?
Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?
Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, As upon the dance of Mahanaim?
Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, As upon the dance of Mahanaim?
Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, so that our eyes may see you. What will you see in the Shulammite? A sword-dance.
Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?
The Love Song and DanceThe Lover to His Beloved:(7:1) Turn, turn, O Perfect One! Turn, turn, that I may stare at you!The Beloved to Her Lover: Why do you gaze upon the Perfect One like the dance of the Mahanaim?
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1Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned aside? That we may seek him with you.
2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies.
4You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
5Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which come up from the washing; every one has twins, and none is barren among them.
9My dove, my undefiled, is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her and blessed her; yes, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10Who is she who looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
11I went down to the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine had flourished, and the pomegranates had budded.
12Before I was aware, my soul set me among the chariots of Amminadib.
7Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon. Why should I be like one who turns aside by the flocks of your companions?
8If you do not know, O fairest among women, follow the trail of the flock, and feed your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.
9I have compared you, my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
16My beloved is mine, and I am his; he feeds among the lilies.
17Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young deer upon the mountains of Bether.
2I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I did not find him.
3The watchmen who go about the city found me: to whom I said, Have you seen him whom my soul loves?
4It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loves: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her who conceived me.
5I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, that you do not stir up nor awaken my love until he pleases.
6Who is this coming out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the powders of the merchant?
7I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and by the does of the field, that you not stir up nor awaken my love until he pleases.
8The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.
10My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.'
6How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights!
8I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am lovesick.
9What is your beloved more than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you so charge us?
13You who dwell in the gardens, the companions listen for your voice: cause me to hear it.
14Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.
2I have likened the daughter of Zion to a lovely and delicate woman.
4Draw me, we will run after you; the king has brought me into his chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine; the upright love you.
5I am dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
10I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me.
11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12Let us rise early to the vineyards, let us see if the vine has flourished, if the tender grapes appear, and the pomegranates blossom. There I will give you my love.
5Your two breasts are like two young deer that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
6Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
6I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul failed when he spoke: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
15Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes.
11Go forth, O daughters of Zion, and behold King Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him on the day of his marriage, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.
1Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have dove's eyes within your locks: your hair is like a flock of goats, appearing from Mount Gilead.
14O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for sweet is your voice, and your countenance is lovely.
1I have come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yes, drink abundantly, O beloved.
2I sleep, but my heart wakes: it is the voice of my beloved that knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
19The troops of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them.
14Return, we beseech you, O God of hosts; look down from heaven, and behold, and visit this vine;
7And she shall pursue her lovers, but she shall not overtake them; and she shall seek them, but shall not find them: then she shall say, I will go and return to my first husband; for it was better with me then than now.
4I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not stir up or awaken my love until he pleases.