Canticum Canticorum 6

VULGATA	KING JAMES BIBLE
1 (Sponsa)Dilectus meus descendit in hortum suum ad areolam aromatum, ut pascatur in hortis, et lilia colligat.	1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
2 Ego dilecto meo, et dilectus meus mihi, qui pascitur inter lilia.	2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 (Sponsus)Pulchra es, amica mea ; suavis, et decora sicut Jerusalem ; terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata.	3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
4 Averte oculos tuos a me, quia ipsi me avolare fecerunt. Capilli tui sicut grex caprarum quæ apparuerunt de Galaad.	4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
5 Dentes tui sicut grex ovium quæ ascenderunt de lavacro : omnes gemellis fœtibus, et sterilis non est in eis.	5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
6 Sicut cortex mali punici, sic genæ tuæ, absque occultis tuis.	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.
7 Sexaginta sunt reginæ, et octoginta concubinæ, et adolescentularum non est numerus.	7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
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.	8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
9 Quæ est ista quæ progreditur quasi aurora consurgens, pulchra ut luna, electa ut sol, terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata ?	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.
10 (Sponsa)Descendi in hortum nucum, ut viderem poma convallium, et inspicerem si floruisset vinea, et germinassent mala punica.	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?
11 Nescivi : anima mea conturbavit me, propter quadrigas Aminadab.	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.
12 (Chorus)Revertere, revertere, Sulamitis ! revertere, revertere ut intueamur te.	12 Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
	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.