Song of Songs 6

1My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of aromatical spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

2I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.

3Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army set in array.

4Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad.

5Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.

6Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.

7There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.

8One is my dove, my perfect one is but one, she is the only one of her mother, the chosen of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and declared her most blessed: the queens and concubines, and they praised her.

9Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?

10I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the fruits of the valleys, and to look if the vineyard had flourished, and the pomegranates budded.

11I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.

12Return, return, O Sulamitess: return, return that we may behold thee.

1[Sponsa Dilectus meus descendit in hortum suum ad areolam aromatum, ut pascatur in hortis, et lilia colligat.

2Ego dilecto meo, et dilectus meus mihi, qui pascitur inter lilia.

3Sponsus Pulchra es, amica mea; suavis, et decora sicut Jerusalem; terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata.

4Averte oculos tuos a me, quia ipsi me avolare fecerunt. Capilli tui sicut grex caprarum quæ apparuerunt de Galaad.

5Dentes tui sicut grex ovium quæ ascenderunt de lavacro: omnes gemellis fœtibus, et sterilis non est in eis.

6Sicut cortex mali punici, sic genæ tuæ, absque occultis tuis.

7Sexaginta sunt reginæ, et octoginta concubinæ, et adolescentularum non est numerus.

8Una est columba mea, perfecta mea, una est matris suæ, electa genetrici suæ. Viderunt eam filiæ, et beatissimam prædicaverunt; reginæ et concubinæ, et laudaverunt eam.

9Quæ est ista quæ progreditur quasi aurora consurgens, pulchra ut luna, electa ut sol, terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata?

10Sponsa Descendi in hortum nucum, ut viderem poma convallium, et inspicerem si floruisset vinea, et germinassent mala punica.

11Nescivi: anima mea conturbavit me, propter quadrigas Aminadab.

12Chorus Revertere, revertere, Sulamitis ! revertere, revertere ut intueamur te.]

1Bride: My beloved has descended to his garden, to the courtyard of aromatic plants, in order to pasture in the gardens and gather the lilies.

2I am for my beloved, and my beloved is for me. He pastures among the lilies.

3Groom to Bride: My love, you are beautiful: sweet and graceful, like Jerusalem; terrible, like an army in battle array.

4Avert your eyes from me, for they have caused me to fly away. Your hair is like a flock of goats, which have appeared out of Gilead.

5Your teeth are like a flock of sheep, which have ascended from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren.

6Like the skin of a pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for your hiddenness.

7There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.

8One is my dove, my perfect one. One is her mother; elect is she who bore her. The daughters saw her, and they proclaimed her most blessed. The queens and concubines saw her, and they praised her.

9Chorus to Groom: Who is she, who advances like the rising dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as elect as the sun, as terrible as an army in battle array?

10Bride: I descended to the garden of nuts, in order to see the fruits of the steep valleys, and to examine whether the vineyard had flourished and the pomegranates had produced buds.

11I did not understand. My soul was stirred up within me because of the chariots of Amminadab.

12Chorus to Bride: Return, return, O Sulamitess. Return, return, so that we may consider you.