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Song of Solomon 1:7 - Revised Standard Version

7 Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you pasture your flock, where you make it lie down at noon; for why should I be like one who wanders beside the flocks of your companions?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: For why should I be as one that turneth aside By the flocks of thy companions?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 [Addressing her shepherd, she said] Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you pasture your flock, where you make it lie down at noon. For why should I [as I think of you] be as a veiled one straying beside the flocks of your companions? [Ps. 23:1, 2.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest thy flock, Where thou makest it to rest at noon: For why should I be as one that is veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?

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Common English Bible

7 Tell me, you whom I love with all my heart— where do you pasture your flock, where do you rest them at noon?— so I don’t wander around with the flocks of your companions.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 Groom to Bride: The righteous love you.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

7 If thou know not thyself, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed thy kids beside the tents of the shepherds.

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Song of Solomon 1:7
33 Tagairtí Cros  

“I am seeking my brothers,” he said, “tell me, I pray you, where they are pasturing the flock.”


I love the Lord, because he has heard my voice and my supplications.


I love thee, O Lord, my strength.


To thee, O Lord, I call; my rock, be not deaf to me, lest, if thou be silent to me, I become like those who go down to the Pit.


Give ear, O Shepherd of Israel, thou who leadest Joseph like a flock! Thou who art enthroned upon the cherubim, shine forth


My beloved is mine and I am his, he pastures his flock among the lilies.


As an apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among young men. With great delight I sat in his shadow, and his fruit was sweet to my taste,


My beloved is all radiant and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand.


His speech is most sweet, and he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.


I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am sick with love.


My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.


I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine; he pastures his flock among the lilies.


O you who dwell in the gardens, my companions are listening for your voice; let me hear it.


It will never be inhabited or dwelt in for all generations; no Arab will pitch his tent there, no shepherds will make their flocks lie down there.


My soul yearns for thee in the night, my spirit within me earnestly seeks thee. For when thy judgments are in the earth, the inhabitants of the world learn righteousness.


He will feed his flock like a shepherd, he will gather the lambs in his arms, he will carry them in his bosom, and gently lead those that are with young.


Let me sing for my beloved a love song concerning his vineyard: My beloved had a vineyard on a very fertile hill.


“Thus says the Lord of hosts: In this place which is waste, without man or beast, and in all of its cities, there shall again be habitations of shepherds resting their flocks.


And he shall stand and feed his flock in the strength of the Lord, in the majesty of the name of the Lord his God. And they shall dwell secure, for now he shall be great to the ends of the earth.


He who loves father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; and he who loves son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me;


I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.


He said to him the third time, “Simon, son of John, do you love me?” Peter was grieved because he said to him the third time, “Do you love me?” And he said to him, “Lord, you know everything; you know that I love you.” Jesus said to him, “Feed my sheep.


Without having seen him you love him; though you do not now see him you believe in him and rejoice with unutterable and exalted joy.


To you therefore who believe, he is precious, but for those who do not believe, “The very stone which the builders rejected has become the head of the corner,”


They went out from us, but they were not of us; for if they had been of us, they would have continued with us; but they went out, that it might be plain that they all are not of us.


For the Lamb in the midst of the throne will be their shepherd, and he will guide them to springs of living water; and God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.”


And Ruth the Moabitess said, “Besides, he said to me, ‘You shall keep close by my servants, till they have finished all my harvest.’ ”


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