Song of Solomon 6
1 Chorus to Bride: Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned aside, so that we may seek him with you?
Dov’è andato il tuo amico, o la più bella fra le donne? Da che parte s’è vòlto l’amico tuo? Noi lo cercheremo teco.
2 Bride: My beloved has descended to his garden, to the courtyard of aromatic plants, in order to pasture in the gardens and gather the lilies.
Il mio amico è disceso nel suo giardino, nell’aie degli aromi a pasturare i greggi ne’ giardini, e coglier gigli.
3 I am for my beloved, and my beloved is for me. He pastures among the lilies.
Io sono dell’amico mio; e l’amico mio, che pastura il gregge fra i gigli, è mio.
4 Groom to Bride: My love, you are beautiful: sweet and graceful, like Jerusalem; terrible, like an army in battle array.
Amica mia, tu sei bella come Tirtsa, vaga come Gerusalemme, tremenda come un esercito a bandiere spiegate.
5 Avert your eyes from me, for they have caused me to fly away. Your hair is like a flock of goats, which have appeared out of Gilead.
Storna da me gli occhi tuoi, che mi turbano. I tuoi capelli son come una mandra di capre, sospese ai fianchi di Galaad.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep, which have ascended from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren.
I tuoi denti son come un branco di pecore, che tornano dal lavatoio; tutte hanno de’ gemelli, non ve n’è alcuna che sia sterile;
7 Like the skin of a pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for your hiddenness.
le tue gote, dietro al tuo velo, son come un pezzo di melagrana.
8 There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
Ci son sessanta regine, ottanta concubine, e fanciulle senza numero;
9 One is my dove, my perfect one. One is her mother; elect is she who bore her. The daughters saw her, and they proclaimed her most blessed. The queens and concubines saw her, and they praised her.
ma la mia colomba, la perfetta mia, è unica; è l’unica di sua madre, la prescelta di colei che l’ha partorita. Le fanciulle la vedono, e la proclaman beata; la vedon pure le regine e le concubine, e la lodano.
10 Chorus to Groom: Who is she, who advances like the rising dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as elect as the sun, as terrible as an army in battle array?
Chi è colei che appare come l’alba, bella come la luna, pura come il sole, tremenda come un esercito a bandiere spiegate?
11 Bride: I descended to the garden of nuts, in order to see the fruits of the steep valleys, and to examine whether the vineyard had flourished and the pomegranates had produced buds.
Io son discesa nel giardino de’ noci a vedere le piante verdi della valle, a veder se le viti mettevan le loro gemme, se i melagrani erano in fiore.
12 I did not understand. My soul was stirred up within me because of the chariots of Amminadab.
Io non so come, il mio desiderio m’ha resa simile ai carri d’Amminadab.
13 Chorus to Bride: Return, return, O Sulamitess. Return, return, so that we may consider you. Chorus to Groom: What will you see in the Sulamitess, other than choruses of encampments?
Torna, torna, o Sulamita, torna, torna, che ti miriamo. Perché mirate la Sulamita come una danza a due schiere?
