Song of Solomon 6

1 Where is your loved one gone, O most fair among women? Where is your loved one turned away, that we may go looking for him with you?

Thou faireste of wymmen, whidur yede thi derlyng? whidur bowide thi derlyng? and we schulen seke hym with thee.

2 My loved one is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to take food in the gardens, and to get lilies.

My derlyng yede doun in to his orcherd, to the gardyn of swete smellynge spices, that he be fed there in orcherdis, and gadere lilyes.

3 I am for my loved one, and my loved one is for me; he takes food among the lilies.

Y to my derlyng; and my derlyng, that is fed among the lilies, be to me.

4 You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.

Mi frendesse, thou art fair, swete and schappli as Jerusalem, thou art ferdful as the scheltrun of oostis set in good ordre.

5 Let your eyes be turned away from me; see, they have overcome me; your hair is as a flock of goats which take their rest on the side of Gilead.

Turne awei thin iyen fro me, for tho maden me to fle awei; thin heeris ben as the flockis of geet, that apperiden fro Galaad.

6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.

Thi teeth as a flok of scheep, that stieden fro waischyng; alle ben with double lambren, `ether twynnes, and no bareyn is among tho.

7 Like pomegranate fruit are the sides of your head under your veil.

As the rynde of a pumgranate, so ben thi chekis, without thi priuytees.

8 There are sixty queens, and eighty servant-wives, and young girls without number.

Sixti ben queenys, and eiyti ben secundarie wyues; and of yong damesels is noon noumbre.

9 My dove, my very beautiful one, is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the dearest one of her who gave her birth. The daughters saw her, and gave her a blessing; yes, the queens and the servant-wives, and they gave her praises.

Oon is my culuer, my perfit spousesse, oon is to hir modir, and is the chosun of hir modir; the douytris of Syon sien hir, and prechiden hir moost blessid; queenys, and secundarie wyues preisiden hir.

10 Who is she, looking down as the morning light, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, who is to be feared like an army with flags?

Who is this, that goith forth, as the moreutid risynge, fair as the moone, chosun as the sunne, ferdful as the scheltrun of oostis set in good ordre?

11 I went down into the garden of nuts to see the green plants of the valley, and to see if the vine was in bud, and the pomegranate-trees were in flower.

Y cam doun in to myn orcherd, to se the applis of grete valeis, and to biholde, if vyneris hadden flourid, and if pumgranate trees hadden buriowned.

12 Before I was conscious of it, ...

Y knew not; my soule disturblide me, for the charis of Amynadab.

13 Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, so that our eyes may see you. What will you see in the Shulammite? A sword-dance.

Turne ayen, turne ayen, thou Sunamyte; turne ayen, turne ayen, that we biholde thee. What schalt thou se in the Sunamyte, no but cumpenyes of oostis?