Song of Solomon 6
1 Where has your beloved gone, most beautiful among women? In what direction has your beloved gone, so that we may seek him with you?
Quo abiit dilectus tuus, o pulcherrima mulierum? quo declinavit dilectus tuus? et quæremus eum tecum.
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the garden 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 grazes among the lilies with pleasure.
Ego dilecto meo, et dilectus meus mihi, qui pascitur inter lilia.
4 You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as lovely as Jerusalem, as awe-inspiring as an army with its banners.
Pulchra es, amica mea; suavis, et decora sicut Jerusalem; terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata.
5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats going down from the slopes of Gilead.
Averte oculos tuos a me, quia ipsi me avolare fecerunt. Capilli tui sicut grex caprarum quæ apparuerunt de Galaad.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes coming up from the washing place. Each one has a twin, and none among them is bereaved.
Dentes tui sicut grex ovium quæ ascenderunt de lavacro: omnes gemellis fœtibus, et sterilis non est in eis.
7 Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves behind your veil.
Sicut cortex mali punici, sic genæ tuæ, absque occultis tuis.
8 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and young women without number.
Sexaginta sunt reginæ, et octoginta concubinæ, et adolescentularum non est numerus.
9 My dove, my undefiled, is the only one; she is the only daughter of her mother; she is the favorite one of the woman who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines saw her also, and they praised her:
Una est columba mea, perfecta mea, una est matris suæ, electa genetrici suæ. Viderunt eam filiæ, et beatissimam prædicaverunt; reginæ et concubinæ, et laudaverunt eam.
10 “Who is this who appears like the dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as bright as the sun, as awe-inspiring as an army with its banners?”
Quæ est ista quæ progreditur quasi aurora consurgens, pulchra ut luna, electa ut sol, terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata?
11 I went down into the grove of nut trees to see the young growth in the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, and whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
Descendi in hortum nucum, ut viderem poma convallium, et inspicerem si floruisset vinea, et germinassent mala punica.
12 I was so happy that I felt I was riding in the chariot of a prince.
Nescivi: anima mea conturbavit me, propter quadrigas Aminadab.
13 Turn back, turn back, you perfect woman; turn back, turn back so that we may gaze on you. The woman speaking to the friends Why do you gaze on the perfect woman, as if on the dance between two armies?
Revertere, revertere, Sulamitis! revertere, revertere ut intueamur te. Quid videbis in Sulamite, nisi choros castrorum?
