Canticum Canticorum 6
1 quo abiit dilectus tuus o pulcherrima mulierum quo declinavit dilectus tuus et quaeremus eum tecum
Whither is your kinsman gone, you beautiful amongst women? whither has your kinsman turned aside? [tell us], and we will seek him with you.
2 dilectus meus descendit in hortum suum ad areolam aromatis ut pascatur in hortis et lilia colligat
My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed [his flock] in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 ego dilecto meo et dilectus meus mihi qui pascitur inter lilia
I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds amongst the lilies.
4 pulchra es amica mea suavis et decora sicut Hierusalem terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata
You are fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as [armies] set in array.
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 before me, for they have ravished me: your hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.
6 dentes tui sicut grex ovium quae ascenderunt de lavacro omnes gemellis fetibus et sterilis non est in eis
Your teeth are as flocks of shorn [sheep], that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren amongst them: your lips are as a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely.
7 sicut cortex mali punici genae tuae absque occultis tuis
Your cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, [being seen] without your veil.
8 sexaginta sunt reginae et octoginta concubinae et adulescentularum non est numerus
There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
9 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
My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the [only] one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yes, and the concubines, and they will praise her.
10 quae est ista quae progreditur quasi aurora consurgens pulchra ut luna electa ut sol terribilis ut acies ordinata
Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as [armies] set in array?
11 descendi ad hortum nucum ut viderem poma convallis ut inspicerem si floruisset vinea et germinassent mala punica
I went down to the garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine flowered, [if] the pomegranates blossomed.
12 nescivi anima mea conturbavit me propter quadrigas Aminadab
There I will give you my breasts: my soul knew [it] not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab.
13 revertere revertere Sulamitis revertere revertere ut intueamur te quid videbis in Sulamiten nisi choros castrorum
Return, return, O Sunamite; return, return, and we will look at you. What will you see in the Sunamite? She comes as bands of armies.
