Song of Solomon 6
1 Whither is thy beloved gone, Thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? And we will seek him with thee.
quo abiit dilectus tuus o pulcherrima mulierum quo declinavit dilectus tuus et quaeremus eum tecum
2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.
dilectus meus descendit in hortum suum ad areolam aromatis ut pascatur in hortis et lilia colligat
3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.
ego dilecto meo et dilectus meus mihi qui pascitur inter lilia
4 Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:
pulchra es amica mea suavis et decora sicut Hierusalem terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata
5 Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.
averte oculos tuos a me quia ipsi me avolare fecerunt capilli tui sicut grex caprarum quae apparuerunt de Galaad
6 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.
dentes tui sicut grex ovium quae ascenderunt de lavacro omnes gemellis fetibus et sterilis non est in eis
7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.
sicut cortex mali punici genae tuae absque occultis tuis
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number:
sexaginta sunt reginae et octoginta concubinae et adulescentularum non est numerus
9 My dove, mine undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother, She is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
una est columba mea perfecta mea una est matris suae electa genetrici suae viderunt illam filiae et beatissimam praedicaverunt reginae et concubinae et laudaverunt eam
10 Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, Terrible as troops with banners?
quae est ista quae progreditur quasi aurora consurgens pulchra ut luna electa ut sol terribilis ut acies ordinata
11 I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, Whether the pomegranates blossomed.
descendi ad hortum nucum ut viderem poma convallis ut inspicerem si floruisset vinea et germinassent mala punica
12 Before I was aware, My soul set me upon the chariots of my willing people.
nescivi anima mea conturbavit me propter quadrigas Aminadab
13 Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. — What would ye look upon in the Shulamite? — As it were the dance of two camps.
revertere revertere Sulamitis revertere revertere ut intueamur te quid videbis in Sulamiten nisi choros castrorum
