Canticle of Canticles 6

KING JAMES BIBLE	VULGATA
1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.	1 (Sponsa)Dilectus meus descendit in hortum suum ad areolam aromatum, ut pascatur in hortis, et lilia colligat.
2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.	2 Ego dilecto meo, et dilectus meus mihi, qui pascitur inter lilia.
3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.	3 (Sponsus)Pulchra es, amica mea ; suavis, et decora sicut Jerusalem ; terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata.
4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.	4 Averte oculos tuos a me, quia ipsi me avolare fecerunt. Capilli tui sicut grex caprarum quæ apparuerunt de Galaad.
5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.	5 Dentes tui sicut grex ovium quæ ascenderunt de lavacro : omnes gemellis fœtibus, et sterilis non est in eis.
6 Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.	6 Sicut cortex mali punici, sic genæ tuæ, absque occultis tuis.
7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.	7 Sexaginta sunt reginæ, et octoginta concubinæ, et adolescentularum non est numerus.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.	8 Una est columba mea, perfecta mea, una est matris suæ, electa genetrici suæ. Viderunt eam filiæ, et beatissimam prædicaverunt ; reginæ et concubinæ, et laudaverunt eam.
9 My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.	9 Quæ est ista quæ progreditur quasi aurora consurgens, pulchra ut luna, electa ut sol, terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata ?
10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?	10 (Sponsa)Descendi in hortum nucum, ut viderem poma convallium, et inspicerem si floruisset vinea, et germinassent mala punica.
11 I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.	11 Nescivi : anima mea conturbavit me, propter quadrigas Aminadab.
12 Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.	12 (Chorus)Revertere, revertere, Sulamitis ! revertere, revertere ut intueamur te.
13 Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.