Song of Solomon 6
1 'Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, that we may seek him with thee?'
Quo abiit dilectus tuus o pulcherrima mulierum? quo declinavit dilectus tuus, et quæremus 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 aromatum, ut pascatur in hortis, et lilia colligat.
3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine, that feedeth among the lilies.'
Ego dilecto meo, et dilectus meus mihi, qui pascitur inter lilia.
4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
Pulchra es amica mea, suavis, et decora sicut Ierusalem: terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata.
5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from Gilead.
Averte oculos tuos a me, quia ipsi me avolare fecerunt. Capilli tui sicut grex caprarum, quæ apparuerunt de Galaad.
6 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.
Dentes tui sicut grex ovium, quæ ascenderunt de lavacro, omnes gemellis fœtibus, et sterilis non est in eis.
7 Thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.
Sicut cortex mali punici, sic genæ tuæ absque occultis tuis.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and maidens without number.
Sexaginta sunt reginæ, et octoginta concubinæ, et adolescentularum non est numerus.
9 My dove, my 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 called her happy; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
Una est columba mea, perfecta mea, una est matris suæ, electa genitrici suæ. Viderunt eam filiæ, et beatissimam prædicaverunt: reginæ et concubinæ, et laudaverunt eam.
10 Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, terrible as an army with banners?
Quæ est ista, quæ progreditur quasi aurora consurgens, pulchra ut luna, electa ut sol, terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata?
11 I went down into the garden of nuts, to look at the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
Descendi in hortum nucum, ut viderem poma convallium, et inspicerem si floruisset vinea, et germinassent mala punica.
12 Before I was aware, my soul set me upon the chariots of my princely people.
Nescivi: anima mea conturbavit me propter quadrigas Aminadab.
13 Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulammite? As it were a dance of two companies.
Revertere, revertere Sulamitis: revertere revertere, ut intueamur te. Quid videbis in Sulamite, nisi choros castrorum?
