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.
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 aromatum, ut pascatur in hortis, et lilia colligat.
3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he 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 appear from Gilead.
Averte oculos tuos a me, quia ipsi me avolare fecerunt. Capilli tui sicut grex caprarum, quae apparuerunt 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.
Dentes tui sicut grex ovium, quae ascenderunt de lavacro, omnes gemellis foetibus, et sterilis non est in eis.
7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
Sicut cortex mali punici, sic genae tuae absque occultis tuis.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
Sexaginta sunt reginae, et octoginta concubinae, 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 bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
Una est columba mea, perfecta mea, una est matris suae, electa genetrici suae. Viderunt eam filiae, et beatissimam praedicaverunt: reginae et concubinae, et laudaverunt eam.
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?
Quae est ista, quae 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 see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.
Descendi in hortum nucum, ut viderem poma convallium, et inspicerem si floruisset vinea, et germinassent mala punica.
12 Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
Nescivi: anima mea conturbavit me propter quadrigas Aminadab.
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.
Revertere, revertere Sunamitis: revertere revertere, ut intueamur te. Quid videbis in Sunamite, nisi choros castrorum?
