Song of Solomon 6
1 So where has your love gone, most beautiful of women? Which direction did he go so we can look 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 love has gone down to his garden, to his flowerbeds of spices. He enjoys feeding in the gardens and plucks 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 my love's, and my love is mine! He is the one who feeds among the lilies.
Yo soy de mi amado, y mi amado es mío, el cual apacienta entre los lirios.
4 You are beautiful, my darling, as pretty as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem—you look stunning!
Hermosa eres tú, o! amor mío, como Tirsa: de desear, como Jerusalem: espantosa, como banderas de ejércitos.
5 Please turn your eyes away from me—they're driving me insane! Your hair flows down like a flock of goats descending Mount 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 as white as a flock of sheep that are just shorn and washed. None of them are missing—they are all perfectly matched!
Tus dientes, como manada de ovejas, que suben del lavadero: que todas paren mellizos, y estéril no hay entre ellas.
7 Your cheeks are the blushing color of pomegranates behind your veil.
Como pedazos de granada son tus sienes entre tus copetes.
8 There may be sixty queens and eighty concubines, and countless more women,
Sesenta son las reinas, y ochenta las concubinas; y las doncellas sin cuento.
9 but my love, my perfect love, she's the only one! She's her mother's favorite, special to the one who gave birth to her. Young women see her and say how lucky she is; queens and concubines sing 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 this who is like the dawn shining down from above, beautiful as the moon, bright as the shining sun? You look stunning!
¿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 to the walnut orchard to see if the trees were in leaf in the valley, to find out whether the grapevines had budded or the pomegranates were in bloom.
A la huerta de los nogales descendí, para ver los frutos del valle, para ver si brotaban las vides, si florecían los granados.
12 I was so excited it was like I was riding in a royal chariot.
No sé, mi alma me ha tornado como los carros de Aminadab.
13 Come back, come back, Shulammite woman; come back, come back, so we can look at you! Woman: Why do you want to look at the Shulammite dancing the dance of two camps?
Tórnate, tórnate, o! Sulamita: tórnate, tórnate, y mirarte hemos. ¿Qué veréis en la Sulamita? Como una compañía de reales.
