Song of Solomon 6
1 [[Lad.]] Whither is thy beloved gone, thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved betaken himself? That we may seek him with thee.
Quo abiit dilectus tuus o pulcherrima mulierum? quo declinavit dilectus tuus, et quaeremus eum tecum?
2 [[M.]] My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of balsam, 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 Beautiful art thou, my love, as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem; But 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! They overpower me! Thy locks are like a flock of goats, Which lie down upon Gilead.
Averte oculos tuos a me, quia ipsi me avolare fecerunt. Capilli tui sicut grex caprarum, quae apparuerunt de Galaad.
6 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep, Which come up from the washing-place, Of which every one hath twins, And none is barren among them.
Dentes tui sicut grex ovium, quae ascenderunt de lavacro, omnes gemellis foetibus, et sterilis non est in eis.
7 As a divided pomegranate Are thy cheeks behind thy veil.
Sicut cortex mali punici, sic genae tuae absque occultis tuis.
8 Threescore are the queens, and fourscore the concubines, And the maidens without number.
Sexaginta sunt reginae, et octoginta concubinae, et adolescentularum non est numerus.
9 But my dove, my undefiled, is the one; She is the incomparable one of her mother, The darling of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; The queens and 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 [[Lov.]] Who is this that looketh forth like the morning, Fair as the moon, bright 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 [[M.]] I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine blossomed, 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 had made me like the chariots of the prince's train.
Nescivi: anima mea conturbavit me propter quadrigas Aminadab.
13 [[Lad.]] Return, return, O Shulamite! Return, return, that we may look upon thee! [[M.]] Why should ye look upon the Shulamite, As upon a dance of the hosts?
Revertere, revertere Sunamitis: revertere revertere, ut intueamur te. Quid videbis in Sunamite, nisi choros castrorum?
