Together in the Garden The Friends 1 DBY Whither is thy beloved gone, Thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? And we will seek him with thee. BSB BSB: Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.
The Bride 2 DBY My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens and to gather lilies. BSB BSB: My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.
3 DBY I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth his flock among the lilies. BSB BSB: I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
The Bridegroom 4 DBY Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners: BSB BSB: You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
5 DBY Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead. BSB BSB: Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.
6 DBY Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them. BSB BSB: Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
7 DBY As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil. BSB BSB: Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
8 DBY There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number: BSB BSB: There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,
9 DBY My dove, mine undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother, She is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; The queens and the concubines, and they praised her. BSB BSB: but 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.
The Friends 10 DBY Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, Terrible as troops with banners? BSB BSB: Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?
The Bridegroom 11 DBY I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, Whether the pomegranates blossomed. BSB BSB: I 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.
12 DBY Before I was aware, My soul set me upon the chariots of my willing people. BSB BSB: Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.
The Friends 13 DBY Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. — What would ye look upon in the Shulamite? — As it were the dance of two camps. BSB BSB: Come 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?
Select verses for actions: Enter goes to them and Escape comes back.