Song of Solomon 6
1 WHITHER is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may 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 among the lilies.
Yo soy de mi amado; y mi amado es mío, el pastor entre azucenas.
4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army 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 have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from 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 as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one 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 within thy locks.
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, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, 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 morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army 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 fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.
He bajado al nogueral, para mirar las flores del valle, para ver si ha brotado la vid, si florecen los granados.
12 Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
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 will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.
¡Vuelve, vuelve, Sulamita! ¡Vuelve, vuelve, para que te miremos! ¿Por qué miráis a la Sulamita como las danzas de Mahanaim?
