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.
¿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 beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, To feed 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 beloved's, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.
Yo soy de mi amado; y mi amado es mío, el pastor entre azucenas.
4 Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:
Hermosa eres, amiga mía, como Tirsá, amable como Jerusalén, temible como batallones de guerra.
5 Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.
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 like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.
Tus dientes son como un rebaño de ovejas que suben del lavadero, todas con crías gemelas, y no hay entre ellas una estéril.
7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.
Como mitades de granada son tus mejillas, detrás de tu velo.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number:
Sesenta son las reinas, ochenta las concubinas, e innumerables las doncellas.
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.
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 she that looketh forth as the dawn, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, Terrible as troops with banners?
¿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 into the garden of nuts, To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, Whether 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 Before I was aware, My soul set me upon the chariots of my willing people.
No reconozco mi alma; ¡me ha puesto en los carros de Aminadib!
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.
¡Vuelve, vuelve, Sulamita! ¡Vuelve, vuelve, para que te miremos! ¿Por qué miráis a la Sulamita como las danzas de Mahanaim?
