Cantar de los Cantares 6

1 ¿Adónde se ha ido tu amado, oh hermosa entre las mujeres? ¿Hacia dónde se ha vuelto tu amado, para que le busquemos contigo?

Where has your beloved gone, most beautiful among women? In what direction has your beloved gone, so that we may seek him with you?

2 Mi amado bajó a su jardín, a las eras de bálsamo, para pastorear en los jardines, y juntar azucenas.

My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the garden and to gather lilies.

3 Yo soy de mi amado; y mi amado es mío, el pastor entre azucenas.

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies with pleasure.

4 Hermosa eres, amiga mía, como Tirsá, amable como Jerusalén, temible como batallones de guerra.

You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as lovely as Jerusalem, as awe-inspiring as an army with its banners.

5 Aparta de mí tus ojos, porque ellos me conturban. Es tu cabellera, como una manada de cabras que va por las laderas de Galaad.

Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats going down from the slopes of Gilead.

6 Tus dientes son como un rebaño de ovejas que suben del lavadero, todas con crías gemelas, y no hay entre ellas una estéril.

Your teeth are like a flock of ewes coming up from the washing place. Each one has a twin, and none among them is bereaved.

7 Como mitades de granada son tus mejillas, detrás de tu velo.

Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves behind your veil.

8 Sesenta son las reinas, ochenta las concubinas, e innumerables las doncellas.

There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and young women without number.

9 Pero una es mi paloma, mi perfecta; única para su madre, la predilecta de aquella que la engendró. Las jóvenes la vieron, y la proclamaron dichosa; la vieron las reinas y concubinas, y la alabaron.

My dove, my undefiled, is the only one; she is the only daughter of her mother; she is the favorite one of the woman who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines saw her also, and they praised her:

10 ¿Quién es esta que avanza como la aurora, hermosa como la luna, pura como el sol, temible como batallones de guerra?

“Who is this who appears like the dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as bright as the sun, as awe-inspiring as an army with its banners?”

11 He bajado al nogueral, para mirar las flores del valle, para ver si ha brotado la vid, si florecen los granados.

I went down into the grove of nut trees to see the young growth in the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, and whether the pomegranates were in bloom.

12 No reconozco mi alma; ¡me ha puesto en los carros de Aminadib!

I was so happy that I felt I was riding in the chariot of a prince.

13 ¡Vuelve, vuelve, Sulamita! ¡Vuelve, vuelve, para que te miremos! ¿Por qué miráis a la Sulamita como las danzas de Mahanaim?

Turn back, turn back, you perfect woman; turn back, turn back so that we may gaze on you. The woman speaking to the friends Why do you gaze on the perfect woman, as if on the dance between two armies?