Song of Solomon 6
1 Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek 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 beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather 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 beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies,
Yo soy de mi amado, y mi amado es mío, el cual apacienta entre los lirios.
4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
Hermosa eres tú, o! amor mío, como Tirsa: de desear, como Jerusalem: espantosa, como banderas de ejércitos.
5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of 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 like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing; of which every one has twins; none is bereaved among them.
Tus dientes, como manada de ovejas, que suben del lavadero: que todas paren mellizos, y estéril no hay entre ellas.
7 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Como pedazos de granada son tus sienes entre tus copetes.
8 There are sixty queens, eighty secondary wives, and virgins without number.
Sesenta son las reinas, y ochenta las concubinas; y las doncellas sin cuento.
9 My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother's only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; the queens and the secondary wives, and they praised her.
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 she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
¿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 into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
A la huerta de los nogales descendí, para ver los frutos del valle, para ver si brotaban las vides, si florecían los granados.
12 Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people's chariots.
No sé, mi alma me ha tornado como los carros de Aminadab.
13 Return, return, Shulammite. Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?
Tórnate, tórnate, o! Sulamita: tórnate, tórnate, y mirarte hemos. ¿Qué veréis en la Sulamita? Como una compañía de reales.
