Song of Solomon 6
1 Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.
quo abiit dilectus tuus o pulcherrima mulierum quo declinavit dilectus tuus et quaeremus eum tecum
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.
dilectus meus descendit in hortum suum ad areolam aromatis ut pascatur in hortis et lilia colligat
3 I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
ego dilecto meo et dilectus meus mihi qui pascitur inter lilia
4 You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
pulchra es amica mea suavis et decora sicut Hierusalem terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata
5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.
averte oculos tuos a me quia ipsi me avolare fecerunt capilli tui sicut grex caprarum quae apparuerunt de Galaad
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
dentes tui sicut grex ovium quae ascenderunt de lavacro omnes gemellis fetibus et sterilis non est in eis
7 Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
sicut cortex mali punici genae tuae absque occultis tuis
8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,
sexaginta sunt reginae et octoginta concubinae et adulescentularum non est numerus
9 but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.
una est columba mea perfecta mea una est matris suae electa genetrici suae viderunt illam filiae et beatissimam praedicaverunt reginae et concubinae et laudaverunt eam
10 Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?
quae est ista quae progreditur quasi aurora consurgens pulchra ut luna electa ut sol terribilis ut acies ordinata
11 I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom.
descendi ad hortum nucum ut viderem poma convallis ut inspicerem si floruisset vinea et germinassent mala punica
12 Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.
nescivi anima mea conturbavit me propter quadrigas Aminadab
13 Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim?
revertere revertere Sulamitis revertere revertere ut intueamur te quid videbis in Sulamiten nisi choros castrorum
