Song of Songs 6
1 Whither is thy kinsman gone, thou beautiful among women? whither has thy kinsman turned aside? [tell us], and we will seek him with thee.
¿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 kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed [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 am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds among the lilies.
Yo soy de mi amado; y mi amado es mío, el pastor entre azucenas.
4 Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as [armies] set in array.
Hermosa eres, amiga mía, como Tirsá, amable como Jerusalén, temible como batallones de guerra.
5 Turn away thine eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: thy hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.
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 Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn [sheep], that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren among them: thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely.
Tus dientes son como un rebaño de ovejas que suben del lavadero, todas con crías gemelas, y no hay entre ellas una estéril.
7 Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, [being seen] without thy veil.
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 My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the [only] one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yea, and the concubines, and they will praise her.
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 that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as [armies] set in array?
¿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 garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine flowered, [if] the pomegranates blossomed.
He bajado al nogueral, para mirar las flores del valle, para ver si ha brotado la vid, si florecen los granados.
12 There I will give thee my breasts: my soul knew [it] not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab.
No reconozco mi alma; ¡me ha puesto en los carros de Aminadib!
13 Return, return, O Sunamite; return, return, and we will look at thee. What will ye see in the Sunamite? She comes as bands of armies.
¡Vuelve, vuelve, Sulamita! ¡Vuelve, vuelve, para que te miremos! ¿Por qué miráis a la Sulamita como las danzas de Mahanaim?
