Song of Solomon 6
1 Where is your beloved gone, O you fairest among women? where is your beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with you.
Quo abiit dilectus tuus o pulcherrima mulierum? quo declinavit dilectus tuus, et quæremus eum tecum?
2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Dilectus meus descendit in hortum suum ad areolam aromatum, ut pascatur in hortis, et lilia colligat.
3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feeds among the lilies.
Ego dilecto meo, et dilectus meus mihi, qui pascitur inter lilia.
4 You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
Pulchra es amica mea, suavis, et decora sicut Ierusalem: terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata.
5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me: your hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
Averte oculos tuos a me, quia ipsi me avolare fecerunt. Capilli tui sicut grex caprarum, quæ apparuerunt de Galaad.
6 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.
Dentes tui sicut grex ovium, quæ ascenderunt de lavacro, omnes gemellis fœtibus, et sterilis non est in eis.
7 As a piece of a pomegranate are your temples within your locks.
Sicut cortex mali punici, sic genæ tuæ absque occultis tuis.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
Sexaginta sunt reginæ, et octoginta concubinæ, et adolescentularum non est numerus.
9 My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
Una est columba mea, perfecta mea, una est matris suæ, electa genitrici suæ. Viderunt eam filiæ, et beatissimam prædicaverunt: reginæ et concubinæ, et laudaverunt eam.
10 Who is she that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
Quæ est ista, quæ progreditur quasi aurora consurgens, pulchra ut luna, electa ut sol, terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata?
11 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.
Descendi in hortum nucum, ut viderem poma convallium, et inspicerem si floruisset vinea, et germinassent mala punica.
12 Before even I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
Nescivi: anima mea conturbavit me propter quadrigas Aminadab.
13 Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon you. What will all of you see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.
Revertere, revertere Sulamitis: revertere revertere, ut intueamur te. Quid videbis in Sulamite, nisi choros castrorum?
