Canticle of Canticles 6

Revised Standard Version Catholic Edition	DOUAI-RHEIMS
1 Whither has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Whither has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?	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 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.	2 I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.
3 I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine; 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 You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.	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 away your eyes from me, for they disturb me-- Your hair is like a flock of goats, moving down the 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, that have come up from the washing, all of them bear twins, not one among them is bereaved.	6 Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.
7 Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.	7 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.
8 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.
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.	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 that looks forth like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army with banners?"	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 look at the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom.	11 I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.
12 Before I was aware, my fancy set me in a chariot beside my prince.	12 Return, return, O Sulamitess : return, return that we may behold thee.
13 Return, return, O Shulammite, return, return, that we may look upon you. Why should you look upon the Shulammite, as upon a dance before two armies?