Song of Solomon 6
1 Where? has he gone lover your O beautiful [one] among women where? has he turned lover your so we may seek him with you.
To where has your beloved gone, O beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned, And we seek him with you?
2 Lover my he has gone down to garden his to [the] beds of spice to graze in the gardens and to gather lilies.
My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 I [belong] to lover my and lover my [belongs] to me who [is] grazing (among the lilies. *L(abh)*)
I [am] my beloved’s, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
4 [are] beautiful You O friend my like Tirzah lovely like Jerusalem majestic like hosts with banners.
You [are] beautiful, my friend, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
5 Turn eyes your from before me that they they have confused me hair your [is] like [the] flock of she-goats that they have descended from Gilead.
Turn around your eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Your hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
6 Teeth your [are] like [the] flock of ewes that have come up from the washing that all of them [are] bearing twins and [is one] deprived of offspring not among them.
Your teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
7 [is] like [the] slice of Pomegranate temple your from behind to veil your.
As the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil.
8 [are] sixty They queens and eighty concubines and young women there not [is] a number.
Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
9 [is] one She dove my perfect [one] my [is] one [daughter] she of mother her [is] a pure [daughter] she of [the] [one who] bore her they saw her daughters and they called blessed her queens and concubines and they praised her.
One is my dove, my perfect one, She [is] one of her mother, She [is] the choice one of her that bore her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her blessed, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
10 Who? this [is] the [one who] looks down like [the] dawn beautiful like the full moon pure like the sun majestic like hosts with banners.
“Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Beautiful as the moon—clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?”
11 To a garden of nut[s] I went down to look on [the] green shoots of the wadi to see ¿ had it budded the vine had they bloomed? the pomegranates.
To a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see to where the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed—
12 Not I knew desire my it set me [the] chariots of (people of prince. *L(a+V)*)
I did not know my soul, It made me—chariots of my people Nadib.
13 Return return O Shulammite [woman] return return so we may look on you why? will you look on the Shulammite [woman] like [the] dance of the two groups.
Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look on you. What do you see in Shulammith?
