Together in the Garden The Friends 1 UEB Where has your beloved gone, most beautiful among women? In what direction has your beloved gone, so that we may seek him with you? 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 UEB My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the garden 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 UEB I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies with pleasure. BSB BSB: I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
The Bridegroom 4 UEB You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as lovely as Jerusalem, as awe-inspiring as an army with its banners. BSB BSB: You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
5 UEB Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats going down from 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 UEB Your teeth are like a flock of ewes coming up from the washing place. Each one has a twin, and none among them is bereaved. 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 UEB Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves behind your veil. BSB BSB: Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
8 UEB There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and young women without number. BSB BSB: There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,
9 UEB My dove, my undefiled, is the only one; she is the only daughter of her mother; she is the favorite one of the woman who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines saw her also, 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 UEB "Who is this who appears like the dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as bright as the sun, as awe-inspiring as an army with its 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 UEB I went down into the grove of nut trees to see the young growth in the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, and whether the pomegranates were in bloom. 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 UEB I was so happy that I felt I was riding in the chariot of a prince. BSB BSB: Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.
The Friends 13 UEB Turn back, turn back, you perfect woman; turn back, turn back so that we may gaze on you. Why do you gaze on the perfect woman, as if on the dance between two armies? 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.