Canticum Canticorum 6
1 Quo abiit dilectus tuus o pulcherrima mulierum? quo declinavit dilectus tuus, et quaeremus eum tecum?
Where is your beloved gone, O you fairest among women? where is your beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with you.
2 Dilectus meus descendit in hortum suum ad areolam aromatum, ut pascatur in hortis, et lilia colligat.
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 Ego dilecto meo, et dilectus meus mihi, qui pascitur inter lilia.
I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feeds among the lilies.
4 Pulchra es amica mea, suavis, et decora sicut Ierusalem: terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata.
You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
5 Averte oculos tuos a me, quia ipsi me avolare fecerunt. Capilli tui sicut grex caprarum, quae apparuerunt de Galaad.
Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me: your hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
6 Dentes tui sicut grex ovium, quae ascenderunt de lavacro, omnes gemellis foetibus, et sterilis non est in eis.
Your teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one bears twins, and there is not one barren among them.
7 Sicut cortex mali punici, sic genae tuae absque occultis tuis.
As a piece of a pomegranate are your temples within your locks.
8 Sexaginta sunt reginae, et octoginta concubinae, et adolescentularum non est numerus.
There are three score queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
9 Una est columba mea, perfecta mea, una est matris suae, electa genetrici suae. Viderunt eam filiae, et beatissimam praedicaverunt: reginae et concubinae, et laudaverunt eam.
My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yes, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10 Quae est ista, quae progreditur quasi aurora consurgens, pulchra ut luna, electa ut sol, terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata?
Who is she that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
11 Descendi in hortum nucum, ut viderem poma convallium, et inspicerem si floruisset vinea, et germinassent mala punica.
I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished and the pomegranates budded.
12 Nescivi: anima mea conturbavit me propter quadrigas Aminadab.
Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
13 Revertere, revertere Sunamitis: revertere revertere, ut intueamur te. Quid videbis in Sunamite, nisi choros castrorum?
Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look on you. What will you see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.
