diff --git a/22-SNG.usfm b/22-SNG.usfm
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@@ -16,7 +16,7 @@
 \sp The woman speaking to the man
 \q for your love is better than wine.
 \q
-\v 3 Your anointing oils have a delightful fragrance;
+\v 3 Your anointing oils have a pleasing fragrance;
 \q your name is like flowing perfume,
 \q so the young women love you.
 \q
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
 \q The king has brought me into his rooms.
 \sp The woman speaking to the man
 \q We are glad; We rejoice about you;
-\q let us celebrate your love; it is better than wine.
-\q It is natural for the other women to adore you.
+\q let us praise your love; it is better than wine.
+\q It is right for the other women to adore you.
 
 \s5
 \sp The woman speaking to the other women
@@ -196,7 +196,7 @@
 \sp The woman speaking to the man
 \q
 \v 17 Go away, my beloved,
-\q before the soft winds of dawn blow and the shadows flee away.
+\q before the day breathes and the shadows flee away.
 \q Go away; be like a gazelle or a young stag
 \q on the rugged mountains.
 
@@ -303,7 +303,7 @@
 
 \s5
 \q
-\v 6 Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee away,
+\v 6 Before the day breathes and the shadows flee away,
 \q I will go to the mountain of myrrh
 \q and to the hill of frankincense.
 \q
@@ -341,11 +341,11 @@
 \v 12 My sister, my bride is a garden locked up,
 \q a garden locked up, a spring that is sealed.
 \q
-\v 13 Your branches are a grove of pomegranate trees with choice fruits,
+\v 13 Your branches are a grove of pomegranate trees with fine fruits,
 \q and of henna and nard plants,
 \q
 \v 14 nard and saffron,
-\q calamus and cinnamon with all kinds of spices,
+\q calamus and cinnamon with all trees of frankincense,
 \q myrrh and aloes with all the finest spices.
 
 \s5
@@ -358,7 +358,7 @@
 \v 16 Awake, north wind; come, south wind;
 \q blow on my garden so that its spices may give off their fragrance.
 \q May my beloved come into his garden
-\q and eat some of its choice fruit.
+\q and eat some of its fine fruit.
 
 \s5
 \c 5
@@ -377,7 +377,7 @@
 \q
 \v 2 I was asleep, but my heart was awake.
 \q There is the sound of my beloved knocking and saying,
-\q "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled one,
+\q "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one,
 \q for my head is wet with dew,
 \q my hair with the night's dampness."
 
@@ -417,7 +417,7 @@
 \v 8 I want you to swear, daughters of Jerusalem,
 \q that if you find my beloved—
 \q What will you make known to him?—
-\q that I am sick from love.
+\q that I am weak with love.
 
 \s5
 \sp The women of the city speaking to the woman