Song of Songs 6:11-13 - Compare All Versions

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I went down to the grove of nut trees to look at the new growth in the valley, to see if the vines had budded or the pomegranates were in bloom. Before I realized it, my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people. Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, that we may gaze on you!

I went down to the nut orchard to look at the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom. Before I was aware, my desire set me among the chariots of my kinsman, a prince. Return, return, O Shulammite, return, return, that we may look upon you.

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. Before I realized it, my strong desires had taken me to the chariot of a noble man. Return, return to us, O maid of Shulam. Come back, come back, that we may see you again.

I came down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding  and the pomegranates blooming. I didn’t know what was happening to me. I felt like I was in a chariot with a nobleman.  Come back, come back, Shulammite!  Come back, come back, that we may look at you!

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.

I went down to the garden of nuts To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine had budded And the pomegranates had bloomed. Before I was even aware, My soul had made me As the chariots of my noble people. Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon you!

One day I went strolling through the orchard, looking for signs of spring, Looking for buds about to burst into flower, anticipating readiness, ripeness. Before I knew it my heart was raptured, carried away by lofty thoughts! Dance, dance, dear Shulammite, Angel-Princess! Dance, and we’ll feast our eyes on your grace! Everyone wants to see the Shulammite dance her victory dances of love and peace.

“I went down to the orchard of nut trees To see the plants of the valley, To see whether the vine had grown Or the pomegranates had bloomed. “Before I was aware, my soul set me Over the chariots of my noble people.” ¶“Come back, come back, O Shulammite; Come back, come back, so that we may look at you!”

“I went down to the orchard of nut trees To see the flowers of the valley, To see whether the grapevine had budded And the pomegranates were in flower. “Before I was aware [of what was happening], my desire had brought me Into the area of the princes of my people [the king’s retinue].” ¶“Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may gaze at you.”

I went down to the orchard of walnut trees, to look for the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines had budded or if the pomegranates were in bloom. I was beside myself with joy! There please give me your myrrh, O daughter of my princely people. (7:1) Turn, turn, O Perfect One! Turn, turn, that I may stare at you!