Song of Solomon 6
1 [DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM] Whither hath thy beloved, gone, thou most beautiful among women? whither hath thy beloved turned him aside? That we may seek him with thee.
¿Adónde se fue tu amado, Oh tú, la más hermosa entre las mujeres? ¿Adónde fue tu amado, Para que lo busquemos contigo?
2 [SHE] My beloved, is gone down to his garden, to the beds of balsam, —to pasture in the gardens, and to gather lilies,
Mi amado bajó a su huerto, A las eras de las especias para apacentar entre los huertos y recoger los lirios.
3 I, am, my beloved’s, and, my beloved, is mine, he that pastureth among lilies.
Yo soy de mi amado y mi amado es mío. Él apacienta entre lirios.
4 [HE] Beautiful, art thou, my fair one, as Tirzah, comely, as Jerusalem, —majestic as bannered hosts!
Oh amada mía, eres hermosa como Tirsa, Deseable como Jerusalén, Imponente como un ejército con estandartes.
5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for, they, have excited me, —Thy hair, is like a flock of goats, that are reclining on the sides of Mount Gilead:
Aparta tus ojos de mí, Porque me conturban. Tu cabellera es como un rebaño de cabras recostadas en las laderas de Galaad.
6 Thy teeth, are like a flock of sheep which have come up from the washing-place, —whereof, all of them, are twin-bearers, and bereaved, is there none among them:
Tus dientes, como un rebaño de ovejas que suben del lavadero, Todas con crías gemelas, Y ninguna entre ellas estéril.
7 Like a slice of pomegranate, are thy temples, from behind thy veil:
Tus mejillas, detrás de tu velo, dos mitades de granada.
8 Threescore, are the queens, and, fourscore, are the concubines, —and, virgins, there are, without number.
Si 60 son las reinas, 80 las concubinas, Y sinnúmero las doncellas,
9 One alone, is my dove, my perfect one, one alone, was she to her mother, Pure, was she to her that bare her, —The daughters, have seen her, and pronounced her happy, Queens and concubines, and they have praised her.
Una sola es mi paloma, la perfecta mía, Una sola, predilecta de su madre. Las doncellas la vieron y la consideran inmensamente feliz. La alabaron las reinas y las concubinas.
10 [THEY] Who is this, that looketh forth like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, pure as the sun, majestic as bannered hosts?
¿Quién es la que se asoma como el alba, Hermosa como la luna, Límpida como el sol, Imponente como un escuadrón abanderado?
11 [HE] To the garden of nuts, I went down, to look at the fresh shoots of the ravine, —to see whether: had burst forth the vine, had blossomed the pomegranate: —
Al huerto de los nogales descendí A ver los frutos del valle, A ver si brotaba la vid, Si florecían los granados.
12 I know not [how it was], my soul, set for me the chariots of my willing people!
Antes que lo supiera, Mi alma me puso entre las carrozas de Abinadab.
13 [THEY] Return, return, O Shulamite, Return, return, that we may look on thee! [SHE] What would ye look on in the Shulamite? [THEY] As it were the dance of a double camp…
¡Vuelve, vuelve, oh sulamita! ¡Vuelve, vuelve y te contemplaremos! ¿Qué quieren ver en la sulamita? Algo como las danzas de Majanaim, ¡Cuán graciosos son tus pasos en sandalias, oh hija del príncipe!
