Canticum Canticorum 6
1 Chorus Quo abiit dilectus tuus, o pulcherrima mulierum? quo declinavit dilectus tuus? et quæremus eum tecum.]
Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.
2 [Sponsa Dilectus meus descendit in hortum suum ad areolam aromatum, ut pascatur in hortis, et lilia colligat.
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.
3 Ego dilecto meo, et dilectus meus mihi, qui pascitur inter lilia.
I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
4 Sponsus Pulchra es, amica mea; suavis, et decora sicut Jerusalem; terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata.
You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
5 Averte oculos tuos a me, quia ipsi me avolare fecerunt. Capilli tui sicut grex caprarum quæ apparuerunt de Galaad.
Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.
6 Dentes tui sicut grex ovium quæ ascenderunt de lavacro: omnes gemellis fœtibus, et sterilis non est in eis.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
7 Sicut cortex mali punici, sic genæ tuæ, absque occultis tuis.
Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
8 Sexaginta sunt reginæ, et octoginta concubinæ, et adolescentularum non est numerus.
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,
9 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.
but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.
10 Quæ est ista quæ progreditur quasi aurora consurgens, pulchra ut luna, electa ut sol, terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata?
Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?
11 Sponsa Descendi in hortum nucum, ut viderem poma convallium, et inspicerem si floruisset vinea, et germinassent mala punica.
I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom.
12 Nescivi: anima mea conturbavit me, propter quadrigas Aminadab.
Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.
13 Chorus Revertere, revertere, Sulamitis! revertere, revertere ut intueamur te. Sponsa Quid videbis in Sulamite, nisi choros castrorum?
Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim?
