12I knew not my soul, It made me — chariots of my people Nadib.
12I knew not my soul, It made me — chariots of my people Nadib.
9 One is my dove, my perfect one, One she is of her mother, The choice one she is of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
10 Who is this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon — clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'
11 Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed —
12 I knew not my soul, It made me — chariots of my people Nadib.
13 Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?
6:12Or ever I was aware, my soul made me [like] the chariots of Amminadib.
6:12Before I realized it, my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people.
6:12I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.
6:12Before I was aware, my soul set me Among the chariots of my princely people.
6:12Before I was aware, My soul set me upon the chariots of my willing people.
6:12Or ever I was aware, my soul set me among the chariots of my princely people.
6:12Or ere I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
6:12Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people's chariots. Friends
6:12Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.