Canticle of Canticles 6

KING JAMES BIBLE	EL LIBRO DEL PUEBLO DE DIOS
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 [Coro] ¿Adónde se ha ido tu amado, tú, la más hermosa de las mujeres? ¿Adónde se dirigió tu amado, para que lo busquemos contigo?
2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.	2 [La Amada] Mi amado ha bajado a su jardín, a los canteros perfumados, para apacentar su rebaño en los jardines, para recoger lirios.
3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.	3 ¡Mi amado es para mí, y yo soy para mi amado, que apacienta su rebaño entre los lirios!
4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.	4 [El Amado] ¡Eres bella, amiga mía, como Tirsá, hermosa como Jerusalén!
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 Aparta de mí tus ojos, porque me fascinan. Tus cabellos son un rebaño de cabras que bajan por las laderas de Galaad.
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 Tus dientes, como un rebaño de ovejas que acaban de bañarse: todas ellas han tenido mellizos y no hay ninguna estéril.
7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.	7 Como cortes de granada son tus mejillas, detrás de tu velo.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.	8 Son sesenta las reinas, ochenta las concubinas, e innumerables las jóvenes.
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 Pero una sola es mi paloma mi preciosa. Ella es la única de su madre, la preferida de la que la engendró: al verla, la felicitan las jóvenes, las reinas y concubinas la elogian.
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 «¿Quién es esa que surge como la aurora, bella como la luna, resplandeciente como el sol, imponente como escuadrones con sus insignias?».
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 [La Amada] Yo bajé al jardín de los nogales, a ver los retoños del valle, a ver si brotaba la viña, si florecían los granados...
12 Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.	12 Y sin que yo me diera cuenta, me encontré en la carroza con mi príncipe.
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.