Song of Solomon 6
1 Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?
quo abiit dilectus tuus o pulcherrima mulierum quo declinavit dilectus tuus et quaeremus eum tecum
2 My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
dilectus meus descendit in hortum suum ad areolam aromatis ut pascatur in hortis et lilia colligat
3 I [am] my beloved's, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
ego dilecto meo et dilectus meus mihi qui pascitur inter lilia
4 Fair [art] thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
pulchra es amica mea suavis et decora sicut Hierusalem terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata
5 Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
averte oculos tuos a me quia ipsi me avolare fecerunt capilli tui sicut grex caprarum quae apparuerunt de Galaad
6 Thy 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.
dentes tui sicut grex ovium quae ascenderunt de lavacro omnes gemellis fetibus et sterilis non est in eis
7 As the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy veil.
sicut cortex mali punici genae tuae absque occultis tuis
8 Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
sexaginta sunt reginae et octoginta concubinae et adulescentularum non est numerus
9 One is my dove, my perfect one, One she [is] of her mother, The choice one she [is] of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
una est columba mea perfecta mea una est matris suae electa genetrici suae viderunt illam filiae et beatissimam praedicaverunt reginae et concubinae et laudaverunt eam
10 'Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon — clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'
quae est ista quae progreditur quasi aurora consurgens pulchra ut luna electa ut sol terribilis ut acies ordinata
11 Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed —
descendi ad hortum nucum ut viderem poma convallis ut inspicerem si floruisset vinea et germinassent mala punica
12 I knew not my soul, It made me — chariots of my people Nadib.
nescivi anima mea conturbavit me propter quadrigas Aminadab
13 Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?
revertere revertere Sulamitis revertere revertere ut intueamur te quid videbis in Sulamiten nisi choros castrorum
