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?
¿Dónde es ido tu amado, o! la más hermosa de todas las mujeres? ¿a dónde se apartó tu amado, y buscarle hemos 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 descendió a su huerto a las eras de la especia, para apacentar en los huertos, y para coger 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, el cual apacienta entre los lirios.
4 You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.
Hermosa eres tú, o! amor mío, como Tirsa: de desear, como Jerusalem: espantosa, como banderas de ejércitos.
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 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 which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.
Tus dientes, como manada de ovejas, que suben del lavadero: que todas paren mellizos, y estéril no hay entre ellas.
7 Like pomegranate fruit are the sides of your head under your veil.
Como pedazos de granada son tus sienes entre tus copetes.
8 There are sixty queens, and eighty servant-wives, and young girls without number.
Sesenta son las reinas, y ochenta las concubinas; y las doncellas sin cuento.
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.
Mas una es la paloma mía, la perfecta mía: única es a su madre, escogida a la que la engendró: viéronla las hijas, y llamáronla bienaventurada: las reinas y las concubinas la alabaron.
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 esta que se muestra como el alba, hermosa como la luna, ilustre como el sol, espantosa como banderas de ejércitos?
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.
A la huerta de los nogales descendí, para ver los frutos del valle, para ver si brotaban las vides, si florecían los granados.
12 Before I was conscious of it, ...
No sé, mi alma me ha tornado como los carros de Aminadab.
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.
Tórnate, tórnate, o! Sulamita: tórnate, tórnate, y mirarte hemos. ¿Qué veréis en la Sulamita? Como una compañía de reales.
