Canticle of Canticles 6

NEW JERUSALEM	DOUAI-RHEIMS
1 CHORUS: Where did your lover go, O loveliest of women? Which way did your lover turn so that we canhelp you seek him?	1 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of aromatical spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
2 BELOVED: My love went down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock on the grass andgather lilies.	2 I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.
3 I belong to my love, and my love to me. He pastures his flock among the lilies.	3 Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army set in array.
4 LOVER: You are fair as Tirzah, my beloved, enchanting as Jerusalem, formidable as an army!	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.
5 Turn your eyes away from me, they take me by assault! Your hair is like a flock of goats surging downthe slopes 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.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes as they come up from being washed. Each one has its twin, not oneunpaired with another.	6 Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.
7 Your cheeks, behind your veil, are halves of pomegranate.	7 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.
8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines (and countless girls).	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.
9 My dove is my only one, perfect and mine. She is the darling of her mother, the favourite of the one whobore her. Girls have seen her and proclaimed her blessed, queens and concubines have sung her praises,	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?
10 'Who is this arising like the dawn, fair as the moon, resplendent as the sun, formidable as an army?'	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.
11 I went down to the nut orchard to see the fresh shoots in the val ey, to see if the vines were buddingand the pomegranate trees in flower.	11 I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.
12 Before I knew . . . my desire had hurled me onto the chariots of Amminadib!	12 Return, return, O Sulamitess : return, return that we may behold thee.