Canticum Canticorum 6
1 quo abiit dilectus tuus o pulcherrima mulierum quo declinavit dilectus tuus et quaeremus eum tecum
Whither is thy friend gone, O fairest of women? whither hath thy friend turned himself? that we may seek him with thee?—
2 dilectus meus descendit in hortum suum ad areolam aromatis ut pascatur in hortis et lilia colligat
My beloved is gone down to 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 friend's, and my friend is mine: he that feedeth among the lilies.—
4 pulchra es amica mea suavis et decora sicut Hierusalem terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata
Thou art beautiful, O my beloved, like Thirzah, comely like Jerusalem, terrible as armies encamped round their banners.
5 averte oculos tuos a me quia ipsi me avolare fecerunt capilli tui sicut grex caprarum quae apparuerunt de Galaad
Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have excited me: thy hair is like a flock of goats that come quietly down from mount Gil'ad.
6 dentes tui sicut grex ovium quae ascenderunt de lavacro omnes gemellis fetibus et sterilis non est in eis
Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes which are come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and there is not one among them that is deprived of her young.
7 sicut cortex mali punici genae tuae absque occultis tuis
Like the half of the pomegranate is the upper part of thy cheek behind thy vail.
8 sexaginta sunt reginae et octoginta concubinae et adulescentularum non est numerus
Sixty are the queens, and eighty the concubines, and the young women 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
But one alone is my dove, my guiltless one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the chosen of her that bore her: maidens see her, and call her happy; yea, queens and concubines, and 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 shineth forth like the morning-dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as armies encamped round their banners?
11 descendi ad hortum nucum ut viderem poma convallis ut inspicerem si floruisset vinea et germinassent mala punica
Into the nut-garden was I gone down, to look about among the plants of the valley, to see whether the vine had blossomed, whether the pomegranates had budded.
12 nescivi anima mea conturbavit me propter quadrigas Aminadab
I knew not [how it was], my soul made me [like] the chariots of my noble people.
13 revertere revertere Sulamitis revertere revertere ut intueamur te quid videbis in Sulamiten nisi choros castrorum
Return, return, O Shulammith; return, return, that we may look upon thee. “What will ye see in the Shulammith?” As though it were the dance of a double company.
