Canticle of Canticles 6

DOUAI-RHEIMS	NOVA VULGATA
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 Quo abiit dilectus tuus, o pulcherrima mulierum? Quo declinavit dilectus tuus, et quaeremus eum tecum?
2 I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.	2 Dilectus meus descendit in hortum suum ad areolam aromatum, ut pascatur in hortis et lilia colligat.
3 Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army set in array.	3 Ego dilecto meo, et dilectus meus mihi, qui pascitur inter lilia.
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 Pulchra es, amica mea, sicut Thersa, decora sicut Ierusalem, terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata.
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 Averte oculos tuos a me, quia ipsi me conturbant. Capilli tui sicut grex caprarum, quae descenderunt de Galaad.
6 Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.	6 Dentes tui sicut grex ovium, quae ascenderunt de lavacro: omnes gemellis fetibus, et sterilis non est in eis.
7 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.	7 Sicut fragmen mali punici, sic genae tuae per velamen tuum.
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 Sexaginta sunt reginae, et octoginta concubinae, et adulescentularum non est numerus;
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 una est columba mea, perfecta mea, una est matri suae, electa genetrici suae. Viderunt eam filiae et beatissimam praedicaverunt; reginae et concubinae, et laudaverunt eam:
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 “ Quae est ista, quae progreditur quasi aurora consurgens, pulchra ut luna, electa ut sol, terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata? ”.
11 I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.	11 Descendi in hortum nucum, ut viderem poma convallium et inspicerem, si floruisset vinea, et germinassent mala punica.
12 Return, return, O Sulamitess : return, return that we may behold thee.	12 Non advertit animus meus, cum posuit me in quadrigas principis populi mei.