Canticum Canticorum, 6
1. Quo abiit dilectus tuus, o pulcherrima mulierum? Quo declinavit dilectus tuus, et quaeremus eum tecum?
1. Whither has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Whither has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
2. Dilectus meus descendit in hortum suum ad areolam aromatum, ut pascatur in hortis et lilia colligat.
2. My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3. Ego dilecto meo, et dilectus meus mihi, qui pascitur inter lilia.
3. I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
4. Pulchra es, amica mea, sicut Thersa, decora sicut Ierusalem, terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata.
4. You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
5. Averte oculos tuos a me, quia ipsi me conturbant. Capilli tui sicut grex caprarum, quae descenderunt de Galaad.
5. Turn away your eyes from me, for they disturb me -- Your hair is like a flock of goats, moving down the slopes of Gilead.
6. Dentes tui sicut grex ovium, quae ascenderunt de lavacro: omnes gemellis fetibus, et sterilis non est in eis.
6. Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, that have come up from the washing, all of them bear twins, not one among them is bereaved.
7. Sicut fragmen mali punici, sic genae tuae per velamen tuum.
7. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.
8. Sexaginta sunt reginae, et octoginta concubinae, et adulescentularum non est numerus;
8. There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
9. una est columba mea, perfecta mea, una est matri suae, electa genetrici suae. Viderunt eam filiae et beatissimam praedicaverunt; reginae et concubinae, et laudaverunt eam:
9. My dove, my perfect one, is only one, the darling of her mother, flawless to her that bore her. The maidens saw her and called her happy; the queens and concubines also, and they praised her.
10. “Quae est ista, quae progreditur quasi aurora consurgens, pulchra ut luna, electa ut sol, terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata?”.
10. "Who is this that looks forth like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army with banners?"
11. Descendi in hortum nucum, ut viderem poma convallium et inspicerem, si floruisset vinea, et germinassent mala punica.
11. I went down to the nut orchard, to look at the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
12. Non advertit animus meus, cum posuit me in quadrigas principis populi mei.
12. Before I was aware, my fancy set me in a chariot beside my prince.
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13. Return, return, O Shu'lammite, return, return, that we may look upon you. Why should you look upon the Shu'lammite, as upon a dance before two armies?
