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?
¿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 graze in the garden 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 grazes among the lilies with pleasure.
Yo soy de mi amado, y mi amado es mío, el cual apacienta entre los lirios.
4 You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as lovely as Jerusalem, as awe-inspiring as an army with its banners.
Hermosa eres tú, o! amor mío, como Tirsa: de desear, como Jerusalem: espantosa, como banderas de ejércitos.
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.
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 coming up from the washing place. Each one has a twin, and none among them is bereaved.
Tus dientes, como manada de ovejas, que suben del lavadero: que todas paren mellizos, y estéril no hay entre ellas.
7 Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves behind your veil.
Como pedazos de granada son tus sienes entre tus copetes.
8 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and young women without number.
Sesenta son las reinas, y ochenta las concubinas; y las doncellas sin cuento.
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:
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 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?”
¿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 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.
A la huerta de los nogales descendí, para ver los frutos del valle, para ver si brotaban las vides, si florecían los granados.
12 I was so happy that I felt I was riding in the chariot of a prince.
No sé, mi alma me ha tornado como los carros de 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?
Tórnate, tórnate, o! Sulamita: tórnate, tórnate, y mirarte hemos. ¿Qué veréis en la Sulamita? Como una compañía de reales.
