Song of Solomon 6
1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That we may seek him with thee?
¿Adónde se ha ido tu amado, oh hermosa entre las mujeres? ¿Hacia dónde se ha vuelto tu amado, para que le busquemos contigo?
2 My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Mi amado bajó a su jardín, a las eras de bálsamo, para pastorear en los jardines, y juntar azucenas.
3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.
Yo soy de mi amado; y mi amado es mío, el pastor entre azucenas.
4 Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.
Hermosa eres, amiga mía, como Tirsá, amable como Jerusalén, temible como batallones de guerra.
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.
Aparta de mí tus ojos, porque ellos me conturban. Es tu cabellera, como una manada de cabras que va por las laderas de Galaad.
6 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.
Tus dientes son como un rebaño de ovejas que suben del lavadero, todas con crías gemelas, y no hay entre ellas una estéril.
7 Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.
Como mitades de granada son tus mejillas, detrás de tu velo.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number.
Sesenta son las reinas, ochenta las concubinas, e innumerables las doncellas.
9 My dove, my undefiled, is [but] one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; [Yea], the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
Pero una es mi paloma, mi perfecta; única para su madre, la predilecta de aquella que la engendró. Las jóvenes la vieron, y la proclamaron dichosa; la vieron las reinas y concubinas, y la alabaron.
10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners?
¿Quién es esta que avanza como la aurora, hermosa como la luna, pura como el sol, temible como batallones de guerra?
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.
He bajado al nogueral, para mirar las flores del valle, para ver si ha brotado la vid, si florecen los granados.
12 Before I was aware, my soul set me [Among] the chariots of my princely people.
No reconozco mi alma; ¡me ha puesto en los carros de Aminadib!
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 Mahanaim?
¡Vuelve, vuelve, Sulamita! ¡Vuelve, vuelve, para que te miremos! ¿Por qué miráis a la Sulamita como las danzas de Mahanaim?
