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.
¿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 has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock 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 belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
Yo soy de mi amado; y mi amado es mío, el pastor entre azucenas.
4 You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
Hermosa eres, amiga mía, como Tirsá, amable como Jerusalén, temible como batallones de guerra.
5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from 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 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
Tus dientes son como un rebaño de ovejas que suben del lavadero, todas con crías gemelas, y no hay entre ellas una estéril.
7 Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
Como mitades de granada son tus mejillas, detrás de tu velo.
8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,
Sesenta son las reinas, ochenta las concubinas, e innumerables las doncellas.
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.
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 this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?
¿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 to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom.
He bajado al nogueral, para mirar las flores del valle, para ver si ha brotado la vid, si florecen los granados.
12 Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.
No reconozco mi alma; ¡me ha puesto en los carros de Aminadib!
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?
¡Vuelve, vuelve, Sulamita! ¡Vuelve, vuelve, para que te miremos! ¿Por qué miráis a la Sulamita como las danzas de Mahanaim?
