Song of Solomon 6
1 Where is your loved one gone, O most fair among women? Where is your loved one turned away, that we may go looking for him with you?
¿Adónde se fue tu amado, Oh tú, la más hermosa entre las mujeres? ¿Adónde fue tu amado, Para que lo busquemos contigo?
2 My loved one is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to take food in the gardens, and to get lilies.
Mi amado bajó a su huerto, A las eras de las especias para apacentar entre los huertos y recoger los lirios.
3 I am for my loved one, and my loved one is for me; he takes food among the lilies.
Yo soy de mi amado y mi amado es mío. Él apacienta entre lirios.
4 You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.
Oh amada mía, eres hermosa como Tirsa, Deseable como Jerusalén, Imponente como un ejército con estandartes.
5 Let your eyes be turned away from me; see, they have overcome me; your hair is as a flock of goats which take their rest on the side of Gilead.
Aparta tus ojos de mí, Porque me conturban. Tu cabellera es como un rebaño de cabras recostadas en las laderas de Galaad.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.
Tus dientes, como un rebaño de ovejas que suben del lavadero, Todas con crías gemelas, Y ninguna entre ellas estéril.
7 Like pomegranate fruit are the sides of your head under your veil.
Tus mejillas, detrás de tu velo, dos mitades de granada.
8 There are sixty queens, and eighty servant-wives, and young girls without number.
Si 60 son las reinas, 80 las concubinas, Y sinnúmero las doncellas,
9 My dove, my very beautiful one, is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the dearest one of her who gave her birth. The daughters saw her, and gave her a blessing; yes, the queens and the servant-wives, and they gave her praises.
Una sola es mi paloma, la perfecta mía, Una sola, predilecta de su madre. Las doncellas la vieron y la consideran inmensamente feliz. La alabaron las reinas y las concubinas.
10 Who is she, looking down as the morning light, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, who is to be feared like an army with flags?
¿Quién es la que se asoma como el alba, Hermosa como la luna, Límpida como el sol, Imponente como un escuadrón abanderado?
11 I went down into the garden of nuts to see the green plants of the valley, and to see if the vine was in bud, and the pomegranate-trees were in flower.
Al huerto de los nogales descendí A ver los frutos del valle, A ver si brotaba la vid, Si florecían los granados.
12 Before I was conscious of it, ...
Antes que lo supiera, Mi alma me puso entre las carrozas de Abinadab.
13 Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, so that our eyes may see you. What will you see in the Shulammite? A sword-dance.
¡Vuelve, vuelve, oh sulamita! ¡Vuelve, vuelve y te contemplaremos! ¿Qué quieren ver en la sulamita? Algo como las danzas de Majanaim, ¡Cuán graciosos son tus pasos en sandalias, oh hija del príncipe!
