Canticle of Canticles 6

DOUAI-RHEIMS	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
1 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of aromatical spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.	1 Bride: "My beloved has descended to his garden, to the courtyard of aromatic plants, in order to pasture in the gardens and gather the lilies."
2 I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.	2 "I am for my beloved, and my beloved is for me. He pastures among the lilies."
3 Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army set in array.	3 Groom to Bride: "My love, you are beautiful: sweet and graceful, like Jerusalem; terrible, like an army in battle array."
4 Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad.	4 "Avert your eyes from me, for they have caused me fly away. Your hair is like a flock of goats, which have appeared out of Gilead."
5 Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.	5 "Your 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."
6 Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.	6 "Like the skin of a pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for your hiddenness."
7 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.	7 "There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number."
8 One 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.	8 "One 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."
9 Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?	9 Chorus 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?"
10 I 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.	10 Bride: "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."
11 I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.	11 "I did not understand. My soul was stirred up within me because of the chariots of Amminadab."
12 Return, return, O Sulamitess : return, return that we may behold thee.	12 Chorus to Bride: "Return, return, O Sulamitess. Return, return, so that we may consider you."