Together in the Garden The Friends 1 ULT Where did he go, your beloved, most beautiful woman among women? Where did he turn, your beloved, and let us 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 ULT My beloved went down to his garden, to the beds of spices, in order to graze in the gardens and in order to glean 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 ULT I{ belong} to my beloved, and my beloved{ belongs} to me; he grazes 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 ULT You{ are} beautiful, my darling, like Tirzah, lovely like Jerusalem, awe- inspiring like bannered armies. BSB BSB: You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
5 ULT Turn your eyes away from me, because they excite me. Your hair{ is} like a flock of goats that hop down from 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 ULT Your teeth{ are} like a flock of ewes that have come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and there is not among them one which 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 ULT Like a slice of a pomegranate{ are} your cheeks from behind your veil. BSB BSB: Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
8 ULT Sixty{ are} they, queens, and eighty concubines, and marriageable women without number. BSB BSB: There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,
9 ULT One{ is} she, my dove; my perfect one— one{ is} she to her mother; pure{ is} she to the woman who bore her. The daughters saw her and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines— 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 ULT “Who{ is} that, the woman who looks down like{ the} dawn, beautiful like the moon, pure like the sun, awe- inspiring like bannered armies?” 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 ULT To the garden of{ the} nut tree I went down, to look at the green shoots of the valley, to see— had the vine budded? Had the pomegranates bloomed? 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 ULT I did not know— my soul put me{ among} the chariots of my people, a noble. BSB BSB: Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.
The Friends 13 ULT Return, return, Shulammite, return, return and let us look at you. Why do you look at the Shulammite like the dance of 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.