Song of Songs

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Area	Total	Changed	%
Verses	117	77	65.81%
Words	1926	294	15.26%

Verses

1:1	The Song of songs, which is Solomons.	The Song of Songs, which is Solomons.
1:3	Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured out, therefore the virgins love you.	Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured out, therefore the young women love you.
1:4	Take me away with you. Lets hurry. The king has brought me into his rooms. We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine! They are right to love you.	Take me away with you. Lets hurry. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine! They are right to love you.
1:6	Dont stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mothers sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I havent kept my own vineyard.	Yall dont stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mothers sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I havent kept my own vineyard.
1:9	I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaohs chariots.	I have compared you, my love, to a mare in Pharaohs chariots.
1:13	My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.	My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, resting between my breasts.
1:15	Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves.	How beautiful you are, my darling. Oh, how beautiful you are. Your eyes are like doves.
1:16	Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; and our couch is verdant.	How beautiful you are, my beloved! Oh, how pleasant! and our couch is verdant.
2:2	As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.	As a lily among thorns, so is my darling among the maidens.
2:3	As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, his fruit was sweet to my taste.	As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the young men. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, his fruit was sweet to my taste.
2:5	Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; for I am faint with love.	Yall strengthen me with raisins, Yall refresh me with apples; for I am faint with love.
2:7	I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.	I admonish yall, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and by the does of the field: Yall must not arouse or awaken love, until it so desires.
2:8	The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.	Listen! My beloved! Look, he is coming, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
2:9	My beloved is like a roe or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.	My beloved is like a roe or a young deer. Look, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.
2:11	For behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.	For now, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
2:15	Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that plunder the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.	Yall catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that plunder the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.
2:17	Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.	Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.
3:1	By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didnt find him.	By night on my bed, I longed for him whom my soul loves. I longed for him, but I didnt find him.
3:3	The watchmen who go about the city found me; Have you seen him whom my soul loves?	The watchmen who go about the city found me. Have yall seen him whom my soul loves?
3:4	I had scarcely passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mothers house, into the room of her who conceived me.	Scarcely had I passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mothers house, into the room of her who conceived me.
3:5	I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up nor awaken love, until it so desires.	I admonish yall, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the does of the field: Yall must not arouse or awaken love, until it so desires.
3:7	Behold, it is Solomons carriage! Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel.	Look, it is Solomons carriage! Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel.
3:8	They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh, because of fear in the night.	They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword at his side, because of fear in the night.
3:9	King Solomon made himself a carriage of the wood of Lebanon.	King Solomon made himself a carriage from the wood of Lebanon.
3:10	He made its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it being paved with love, from the daughters of Jerusalem.	He made its posts of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple fabric, its interior fitted with love, from the daughters of Jerusalem.
3:11	Go out, you daughters of Zion, and see King Solomon, with the crown with which his mother has crowned him, in the day of his weddings, in the day of the gladness of his heart.	Go out, yall daughters of Zion, and see King Solomon, with the crown with which his mother crowned him, in the day of his wedding, in the day of the gladness of his heart.
4:1	Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.	How beautiful you are, my love. Oh, how beautiful you are. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.
4:2	Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.	Your teeth are like a newly shorn sheep, which have come up from the washing. Each one has a twin, not one of them is missing.
4:3	Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.	Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate behind your veil.
4:4	Your neck is like Davids tower built for an armory, on which a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.	Your neck is like the tower of David built with a row of stones, on which a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
4:5	Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.	Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.
4:7	You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.	You are altogether beautiful, my love. There is no blemish in you.
4:9	You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.	You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.
4:10	How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!	How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, the fragrance of your perfume than any spice!
4:13	Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants,	Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with nard plants,
4:14	spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,	nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices.
4:15	a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.	You are a garden fountain, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.
4:16	Awake, north wind, and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.	Awake, north wind, and come, you south wind! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.
5:1	I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. 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, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.	I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Yall eat, friends! Yall drink and be drunk with love!
5:2	I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.	I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is drenched with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.
5:6	I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left, and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didnt find him. I called him, but he didnt answer.	I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left, and had gone away. My heart despaired when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didnt find him. I called him, but he didnt answer.
5:8	I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.	I admonish yall, O daughters of Jerusalem, If yall find my beloved, yall tell him that I am faint with love.
5:9	How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?	How is your beloved better than another beloved, you most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so admonish us?
5:10	My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.	My beloved is dazzling and ruddy. Outstanding among ten thousand.
5:11	His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.	His head is like the purest gold. His hair is wavy, black as a raven.
5:14	His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.	His hands are like rings of gold set with topaz. His body is like polished ivory inlaid with sapphires.
5:15	His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.	His legs are like pillars of marble set on bases of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
6:1	Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?	Where has your beloved gone, you most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
6:2	My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.	My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and gather lilies.
6:4	You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.	You are beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, lovely as Jerusalem, as awe inspiring as an army with banners.
6:5	Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.	Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overwhelmed me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, descending from Mount Gilead.
6:6	Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved among them.	Your teeth are like a flock of sheep, coming up from the washing. Each one has a twin, not one of them is missing.
6:7	Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.	Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate behind your veil.
6:9	My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mothers only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.	My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mothers only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines also praised her.
6:10	Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?	Who is this that appears like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, as awe inspiring as an army in procession?
6:11	I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.	I went down into the grove of nut trees, to see the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vine had budded, and the pomegranates were in bloom.
6:13	Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?	Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do yall desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?
7:1	How beautiful are your feet in sandals, princes daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.	How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O princes daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of an artists hands.
7:2	Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.	Your navel is rounded like a goblet, that never lacks blended wine. Your waist is like a mound of wheat, encircled by lilies.
7:3	Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.	Your two breasts are like two fawns, like twins of a gazelle.
7:5	Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.	Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. The locks of your hair are like purple tapestries. The king is held captive by its tresses.
7:6	How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!	How beautiful and how pleasing you are, my love, with all your delights!
7:7	This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.	Your stature is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.
7:8	I said, I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit. Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples.	I said, I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit. Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples.
7:9	Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.	Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, flowing gently over our lips while we sleep.
7:10	I am my beloveds. His desire is toward me.	I am my beloveds. And his desire is toward me.
7:11	Come, my beloved! Lets go out into the field. Lets lodge in the villages.	Come, my beloved! Lets go out into the field. Lets spend the night in the villages.
7:12	Lets go early up to the vineyards. Lets see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.	Lets go early up to the vineyards. Lets see whether the vine has budded, and its blossoms have opened, and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.
7:13	The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.	The mandrakes send out their fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.
8:1	Oh that you were like my brother, who nursed from the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and no one would despise me.	Oh that you were like my brother, who nursed from the breasts of my mother! Then if I found you outside, I could kiss you, and no one would despise me.
8:2	I would lead you, bringing you into the house of my mother, who would instruct me. I would have you drink spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.	I would lead you, bringing you into the house of my mother who taught me. I give you spiced wine to drink, the juice of my pomegranates.
8:4	I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.	I admonish yall, O daughters of Jerusalem: Yall must not arouse or awaken love, until it so desires.
8:6	Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of Yah.	Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol. It is like a blazing fire, like the flame of YHWH.
8:7	Many waters cant quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.	Many waters cant quench love, neither can floods drown it. If someone gave all the wealth of their house for love, it would be utterly scorned.
8:8	We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?	We have a little sister, whose breasts are not yet grown. What should we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?
8:9	If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.	If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with planks of cedar.
8:10	I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.	I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers, so I am to his eyes a peace bringer.