Song of Solomon 6
1 Where has thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Where has thy beloved turned, that we may seek him with thee?
Quo abiit dilectus tuus, o pulcherrima mulierum? quo declinavit dilectus tuus? et quæremus eum tecum.
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Dilectus meus descendit in hortum suum ad areolam aromatum, ut pascatur in hortis, et lilia colligat.
3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He feeds among the lilies.
Ego dilecto meo, et dilectus meus mihi, qui pascitur inter lilia.
4 Thou are fair, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, sublime as an army with banners.
Pulchra es, amica mea; suavis, et decora sicut Jerusalem; terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata.
5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats that lie along the side of Gilead.
Averte oculos tuos a me, quia ipsi me avolare fecerunt. Capilli tui sicut grex caprarum quæ apparuerunt de Galaad.
6 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins, and none is bereaved among them.
Dentes tui sicut grex ovium quæ ascenderunt de lavacro: omnes gemellis fœtibus, et sterilis non est in eis.
7 Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil.
Sicut cortex mali punici, sic genæ tuæ, absque occultis tuis.
8 There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.
Sexaginta sunt reginæ, et octoginta concubinæ, et adolescentularum non est numerus.
9 My dove, my undefiled, is but one. She is the only one of her mother. She is the choice one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed, yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
Una est columba mea, perfecta mea, una est matris suæ, electa genetrici suæ. Viderunt eam filiæ, et beatissimam prædicaverunt; reginæ et concubinæ, et laudaverunt eam.
10 Who is she who looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, sublime as an army with banners?
Quæ est ista quæ progreditur quasi aurora consurgens, pulchra ut luna, electa ut sol, terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata?
11 I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
Descendi in hortum nucum, ut viderem poma convallium, et inspicerem si floruisset vinea, et germinassent mala punica.
12 Before I was aware, my soul set me among the chariots of my princely people.
Nescivi: anima mea conturbavit me, propter quadrigas Aminadab.
13 Return, return, O Shulammite, return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, as upon the dance of two armies?
Revertere, revertere, Sulamitis! revertere, revertere ut intueamur te. Quid videbis in Sulamite, nisi choros castrorum?
