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.
¿DÓNDE se ha ido tu amado, oh la más hermosa de todas las mujeres? ¿Adónde se apartó tu amado, y le buscaremos 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 descendió á su huerto, á las eras de los aromas, para apacentar en los huertos, y para coger los lirios.
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: él apacienta entre los lirios.
4 You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
Hermosa eres tú, oh amiga mía, como Tirsa; de desear, como Jerusalem; imponente como ejércitos en orden.
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 tus ojos de delante de mí, porque ellos me vencieron. Tu cabello es como manada de cabras, que se muestran en 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, como manada de ovejas que suben del lavadero, todas con crías mellizas, y estéril no hay entre ellas.
7 Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
Como cachos de granada son tus sienes entre tus guedejas.
8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,
Sesenta son las reinas, y ochenta las concubinas, y las doncellas sin cuento:
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.
[Mas] una es la paloma mía, la perfecta mía; única es á su madre, escogida á la que la engendró. Viéronla las doncellas, y llamáronla bienaventurada; las reinas y las 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 ésta que se muestra como el alba, hermosa como la luna, esclarecida como el sol, imponente como ejércitos en orden?
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.
Al huerto de los nogales descendí á ver los frutos del valle, [y] para ver si brotaban las vides, si florecían los granados.
12 Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.
No lo supe: hame mi alma hecho [como] los carros de Amminadab.
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?
Tórnate, tórnate, oh Sulamita; tórnate, tórnate, y te miraremos. ¿Qué veréis en la Sulamita? Como la reunión de dos campamentos.
